Update on the life of Lucky Kilt #7.

I wore this kilt to church Sunday. At the beginning of the service we ask visitors to announce themselves if they please. A lone gentleman at the back stood up but I didn't quite hear where he hailed from. I had some duties during the service and so had occasion to walk up and down the aisle a couple of times.

Afterward I went to greet him and his eyes lighted up, he shook my hand warmly, and said in a strong brogue "Well, hello, lassie!" He commented on my beautifully-made kilt. Our church was founded by the Scots in America; he saw my kilt and the St. Andrew's Cross on the altar and felt at home.

It was nice to see him appreciate that beautiful kilt!



Moosedog