...and my wife hates it.

I finally found enough documentation to prove an ancestor who fought in the Revolutionary War (and under General Mad Anthony Wayne, to boot!). This was enough to excite me.

Then I took a look at his wife's name. She's a Malone. Hm. That's definitely Irish.

A quick jaunt over to ancestry.com and assorted sites show me quite a bit of documentation linking her with a Daniel Malone, b. 1643, in Co. Westmeath...

...and another Irish district tartan to add to my list, causing my wife to remind me that I'm cut off for the time being.

Of course, when she shops, she MUST buy. When I shop, I just add it to the ever growing list of things TO buy.

The wicked thing is that there's the Locharron style tartan and the Marton Mills. I like them both. Guess that means I'll have to buy both. ;)