Here on the wrong side of the tracks, we sometimes get some funny notions. Standing around after church one summer sunday, the priest remarked that she would sure like to be able to wear seersucker like all of the men standing with her. You don't have to tell me twice. Since seersucker weather falls in Ordinary Time, I hunted for some green and white, which was not too difficult to find. I turned it over to my favorite Magical Seamstress, aka My mama, and she produced a wonderful seersucker chasuble. The priest is a little shorter than some, so it swallows her a little bit, but she is used to such.

Anybody ever see any tartan vestments? I once heard a piper explain to a group of children in church that God's Tartan looks like a rainbow of faces...