My bride had a business for a number of years making Priest's vestments, (until her arthritis got the better of her hands). I spent much of my spare time building in storage units to hold the fabrics and trims she bought by the bolt.
One of the fabric emporiums she frequented handed out bumper stickers which read; "She who dies with the most fabric wins!"
She still has quite a collection of fabric left, but none of it is tartan. (There are not, to my recollection, any liturgical seasons which require tartan. . . . darn it.)
The pipes are calling, resistance is futile. - MacTalla Mor
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