Oh Jock, they already are! I never can find the hose I want to wear, or the flashes, or sometimes even a sporran! Good thing we have lots of bits and pieces! And the boys quickly grow out of various doublets, which is good because they won't be able to wear mine, but bad because they want new ones. Sigh....

Younger son Stuart (in middle of pic) started the evening off in a kilt of hunting tartan. As we were going out the door, he wanted to tighten a strap and...rip! It came off in his hand. Dry rot. Not too surprising considering the kilt was a good 50 or so years old. Luckily, "the next size up" fitted, so there you go.

Hope you and yours had a happy day.

Sandy