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27th August 04, 09:07 AM
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A Revelation
It took me a while to come to this.
I met with JohnAllen in person. He is a great guy! He does his Amerikilt proud.
I also owe him a debt of thanks. Thanks!
While I was wowed during our meeting by his kilt, and how nice it was, there was something missing. Not sure what. It was not until the sun was going down, and he was leaving, and I saw his profile in the fading light, that I was truly struck by how powerful a statement the kilt really is.
I have thought over it several days now, and, it occured me last night as I lay awake, unable to sleep, (From severe pain) that a light finally snapped on.
My mind refused to make the kilt connection because of the solid black colour. (JohnAllen my friend, let's not talk about the dog incident shall we? ) Am I hard wired for tartan?
It took a while to come to this realization. While I like the solid colour kilts, like the Utilikilts and the Amerikilts, my brain looks at them and for some reason, and please my friends don't flame me, but it says "?" I don't know why. I know it's a kilt. It is with out a doubt, a male garmet. Even looks manly. Just like I can't stand the look of a kilt with out a sporran, I have come to realize that for me, for my personal kilt experience, that I can't stand the look of a solid colour kilt. It's not ugly. Infact, JohnAllen's kilt really was a thing of beauty. The thinking part of my mind connected with it instantly. Deeper down though, and it took a while to realize this, the deeper layers of my brain were disapointed over a lack of tartan. When I was scrolling through USAK and Bear's tartan selections, I felt a deep primal longing... I don't what to call it other then that. Something about it called to me. Am I crazy?
I have always loved flannel shirts in nice plaid patterns. Well, some of them were not quite plaid... Some where more like tartans. When I lived in Seattle and Spokane, I owned far to many, I was addicted to the patterns. If I saw on in a store that caught my fancy, I would have long sleepless nights obcessing over that hypnotic pattern, till I finally broke down and bought it. And I see something similar happening with kilt tartans... Is this a sickness? Plaid flannel boxers... Plaid socks. Sheets, and pillow cases. I once bought an old girl friend a very tartan like flannel teddy... She broke up with me, broke my heart, and left me. Said I was disturbed. But that's ok, found the one true love of me life, so all works out well for a happy ending. She shares my fixation with all things flannel and plaid. And tartan type prints. She is tickled pink over helping me pick out future kilt patterns.
Couple all this with the longing of wanting to wear a kilt since early childhood and it's starting to weird me out for reasons I can't explain.
Thanks again my friend... I was going to buy an Amerikilt... And I feel in my heart that would have been a mistake.
Must satisfy tartan addiction.
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