Its not my fault. Its the clothes.

[knotty]

Yesterday was an awesome day. The plan for the day was to go to the City of Garden. The main tasks were for the Lass to find a power suit for next weeks job interview & for me to pick up my box pleat.
Since I knew I would be out n bout in the city I decided I would kick it up a notch. I started with a hot shower & shave with my new 1963 double edge razor, which I recently started using.
My outfit was my matching charcoal tweed 3 piece, claret hose, heavy green shirt, burgandy striped shirt & brown tweed sporran with matching garter tabs.
Since was a nice day (foggy) I didnt wear the jacket all day. Everywhere I went I got "nice kilt" (even from a 10? year old boy) or the long look.
The one meh comment was in Mill Bay. A sales lady commented that while I looked very nice but couldnt understand why I would wear a kilt when there was no "kilt function". She was more confused when I informed her that I gave up pants 2 years ago.

Knotty