Cousin Eric came down to the house and we finally got him suited up. I think he looks pretty sharp! Joan says so, too. We went to lunch (such a deal, he gets a kilt, I get two lunches!) and lots of folks had nice things to say. You all know how it goes, but now he's been "oot and aboot" in a kilt and knows what to expect.

It's got pleats!!



What do I do with this thing?



I think it's a little bit big... (he'd lost 20 pounds since I measured him so I had to move the buckles and straps.)



The moment of truth!



HEY, HEY!



Kiltie and Kiltmaker...



Not a bad 5-yarder, eh? He'll be wearing it at the Pleasanton Games, so the Nor Cal Rabble will get to welcome him to kiltedhood, in person.