Whan that Aprille with his chocolettes soote,
The droghte of Kilts hath perced to the roote...

Here is the passage...

And Frenssh she spak ful faire
After the scole of Stratford-atte-Bowe,
A Lover of fyne thinges
An Artificianado

Even tho you didn't coin the term, you still get credit for bringing it to the rabble's collective attention! It's a lovely play on words and I hope it finds new life through this forum.

The day after I got my lovely Artificer sporran I wore it at a heartbreaking funeral, a young husband struck down by a hit-and-run drunk driver (who is now in jail facing murder charges).

Here I pipe as the grieving wife releases a dove.

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Another not so good photo... one of these days I'll get a proper photo taken.

Yesterday out at a golf course near sunset

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Here we go... my daughter snapped this quick one in the back yard when I returned from piping at a funeral

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And here's the sporran, with its newly acquired patina, with the crude DIY belt I threw together quickly, which I've been wearing pretty much every day piping for a local production of MacBeth

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Very smart, Richard. Well done.

Good outfit, very smart, the sporran is spot on.

I threw that belt together fast because I was hired to pipe at a local production of MacBeth. Here's my completely un-authentic outfit! My shirt and vest from the Ren Faire, combined with my ordinary things. (The pipes are several hundred years off...)


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