If you're wondering what Tartan Day is, it's pretty self-explanatory. It's basically an excuse for a bunch of people to wear plaid. And celebrate their Scottish heritage. But really, you can't really wear a kilt to the mall, so I'm pretty sure that's why they came up with Tartan Day.
There were reenactments, shortbread, and a 180-lb Irish wolfhound named Seamus. Who I did not get a picture of, which is really a shame, because that dog was taller than I was.
There was also this dude. Who is the coolest kid ever. I mean seriously, what kid gets excited and clapping every time someone fires a flintlock musket? Every time I see my friends' son I get serious baby fever.
Yeah, that's me. In a kilt. Concrete proof I am a super nerd. I kind of love it.
Love all the plaid! :)
ReplyDeleteThere was SO. MUCH. PLAID! Some of it was kind of scary. A particular yellow/red/black concoction has been seared into my retinas. Although when I got out of the car, this sweet old man said "That's a fine tartan, lassie! What clan are you from?"
DeleteI feel like I should put it on a resume: "Fine tartan-wearing lassie."
As a fellow Scottish girl, I love everything about this post :)!
ReplyDeleteIt was a lot of fun! I'm hoping next year they advertise more, because the turnout was kind of small. :(
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