I grew up with the same rug. It was bought by my parents at a museum shop in Scotland. I do not remember where, it was a way of raising funds for the museum.

This past Tuesday was the funeral for a young lass that was my nephews partner in life. I attended kilted with white shirt, black tie, and charcoal coloured jacket. I was way over dressed compared to most of the attendees. Her parents and I were the best dressed, and they thanked me for honouring their daughter by my effort to dress up. Her father thanked me for being kilted to honour her Scot heritage.

Slainte