Newell took me to the Scottish festival and Highland games today in Lehi, Utah.
All that gorgeous plaid in one place. Hi, my name is Pam and I am a plaidaholic. I love men in kilts, I mean I seriously adore them. I hope when I die, I am assigned to the Highlands in heaven and that the angels there play bagpipes and drums.
Even on one of the most momentous days in my life, I couldn’t stay away from the plaid.
I loved the Highland games and all of the clan displays. My clans include the Stuarts (Stewarts), Holladays, Fifes and others. Since I have collected tartans and decorated for Christmas with Royal Stewart as long as I can remember, it made sense when I found out they were my relatives. And this unfortunate plaid addiction may be encoded in my DNA. No cure; I might as well enjoy it.
The state flag of Alabama, where son Timothy is serving an LDS mission. My next project when he returns home is helping him find a nice young woman and convincing them they need to have the men in their wedding in kilts. Ahhh.
Plaid even showed up on the front of my Halloween book.
I even dream in tartan.
When my Christmas book is published, guess what will be on the cover?
Well, it’s late; sweet dreams I’m signing off.