I wore my Black Watch to my mothers burial. After the graveside activities we went to the fooder (eating food), my entire family finally saw me in kilt. It had been rumored about for a while before then that I had taken up kilting. The only substantial comment I heard, among the few others, came from my cousin who I hold in the highest regard possible. She said,"I love it."
That, to me is as good as ordination!
int:
Go, have fun, don't work at, make it fun! Kilt them, for they know not, what they wear. Where am I now?
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