I'm not a big fan of having my likeness taken but here ya' go. We went to our usual Christmas Eve in Portsmouth. Most folks there are used to me being kilted, others just had very nice comments. It never is a formal affair so no evening dress for me (there hardly ever is for me anyway)

The sporran is one that I made from roadkill (I made it big on purpose) and the shoes are my all purpose 18, 19, 20 ,21st C. brogues. The tanks is a Scottish 8yrd in Hunting Fraser, my mother is a Lovett and the sweater she brought home from Scotland as a birthday present. Together they are the pride and joy of my wardrobe.


Bob