Well, not really, I don't think my kilt is short and red enough, nor does it have enough safety pins. Kilts remind me of high school just a little too much. Although back in the 80s the kilt I had to wear as part of my school uniform was maroon with a pale blue stripe. I wore my kilt today for my high school friend Dayle, so enjoy the tartan goodness. Apparently two workmates wore kilts yesterday... a boy and a girl.... oooooo eerrrrrrr! Can't wait to see the photo.This is a Fletcher Jones kilt. I used to live behind the Fletcher Jones factory in Warrnambool in my uni days and I recall one night climbing the silver ball (sorry Mum and Dad....but hey, I'm still alive!). Most of my family come from South West Victoria and although my family name is quite Scottish, we are actually poor Irish immigrants. All the Scots with the same family name were politically savvy and ended up with a Canberra suburb named after them.
Thank you to Amy for gifting me this kilt, but I need a sporan for my keys and mobile phone. My song for today is fairly obvious from my post title, Anarchy In The UK. Maybe I'll make up a Frocktober playlist or soundtrack.... hmmmm.
RE The Tag: Fletchers still repair old frocks and pants; No Bull! Local legend has it that a guy thought he would be smart and took in a mankey, torn and stained pair with a broken zip and demanded them to be fixed, they were, to pristine condition. He shut his gob after that. The silver ball has been condemned but is still there; no cross on it at chrissie and easter though, too dangerous to climb on for fear it will fall.
ReplyDeleteI've heard that story before about the repair man. Maybe from you. I climbed the Silver Ball with Ruben and Julia...suprise, suprise!
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Great stuff, Alison! I love kilts, except if anywhere near the colours of our old school uniform. I always wanted a bright red one to the knees. Love the tag - all glam for FJ.
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