by JRMILLER on Sun Dec 27, 2009 9:50 am
I had big plans for Christmas eve, a brown tween sport coat and light brown kilt. We arrived at Rider's Inn, a Colonial era stagecoach Inn where we were to have dinner and spend the night, set up show in the tavern and entertained our visitors as they arrived. After a couple glasses of wine, just left the jeans on ....
Got up Christmas day, came down to breakfast in the Inn in my long hoodie (I posted a link to this in another group), had a very nice country breakfast. Then, back upstairs to change into my Braveheart kilt (red and green -- I consider it a Christmas kilt) and my brown tweed jacket. Then we went visiting -- first to my sister who had never seen me in a kilt. She went on about how it was a "skirt", but later admitted that my brother, my father and grandfather had also worn kilts. As she is 10 years older than me, she knew something I didn't, I was unaware that my father and grandfather had ever worn kilts! By the time I came along, there were no kilts in sight, but there was talk about how the Miller's hailed from Scotland. I did verify this fact about 6 months ago.
Then we visited my wife's side of the family, the 9 year-old boys got a pretty good laugh, but the adults were OK and asked questions about the origin of the plaid and so forth. They already knew I was into kilts.
Only problem I really had was that it was cold, rainy and blowing about 30 mph that day. I changed back to jeans for the trip home, it just wasn't comfortable wearing a kilt in those conditions. I really need to invent my "long kilt" for those kind of days!
-John
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