
Originally Posted by
The Unkilted Heathen
I'll jump in before everyone else and say "without pics it never happened"
Alrighty, then, here y'go. I was getting a seedbed ready over the weekend, and heard a little forest sprite giggling behind me. She apparently broke into my office and stole my camera, which I later found under a tree, covered in fairy dust:
I'd call this the "pleat shot" but, well, a Blaklader doesn't really have pleats to speak of.

Beguiled by the sprite, I struck a pose:

This kilt is very comfortable as a workwear. We were doing major garden prep over the weekend -- putting down hundreds of kilogrammes of charcoal, dolomite lime, and manure; planting potatoes; inoculating with mycorrhizae, doing cleanup in the orchard. I was surprised that the aprons didn't blow up the way a UK would have.
Dr. Charles A. Hays
The Kilted Perfesser
Laird in Residence, Blathering-at-the-Lectern
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