When I get around to it, I will make myself a kilt in the Armstrong tartan - I have some ancient Armstrong fabric - for my dad. He wasn't an Armstrong, but he was related to the family of Wilsons who were engineers and who worked for the Armstrong company.
Dad went into raptures over any Armstrong Sidderley car we came across - I think there was a Sidderley Sapphire the owner allowed him to sit in - he was absolutely delighted.
If anyone ever asks I will tell them why I am wearing it.
Dad's granddad Wilson and his brother used to go around working on the boilers in the dark satanic mills around Barnsley, South Yorkshire - they used to take my dad with them to climb into the small spaces and clean them out when he ought to have been at school. They would clean him up, give him sixpence and drop him off at home looking as though butter wouldn't melt, I bet.
Anne the Pleater :ootd:
I presume to dictate to no man what he shall eat or drink or wherewithal he shall be clothed."
-- The Hon. Stuart Ruaidri Erskine, The Kilt & How to Wear It, 1901.
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