We had our little St Andrew's day dinner on Saturday, since my beloved is away working through the week.
We all put our kilts on, I happen to think that there is nothing more handsome than a man in his kilt, and had haggis , neeps and tatties for dinner.
Here are a few snaps of our evening:
This was Alasdair's first time wearing his kilt.
See his little kilt socks? They are something of a family heirloom now! When we got married my youngest brother, also Alasdair, was the same age our Alasdair is now. These socks were knitted for him to wear to our wedding!
'Come on, cut them open!'
Yum, yum, yum.
See also my new wine glasses in this photo and the one above. I picked them up in a charity shop on Saturday, £3 for 7. They are so pretty.
Alasdair wasn't too keen to stand still for this one!
My kilt is Macleod tartan (my mother's maiden name), my husband's is Murray (our name).
To get a child's kilt made up in your own tartan is quite expensive and only the more common names are available 'off the peg' which is why the boys have different tartans. I have tried to get them ones in a similar greenish colour.
James' is Pride of Scotland (or something like that), Calum's is MacKenzie and David & Alasdair's are just some tartan from a fabric shop that I bought and made into kilts when James & Calum were their ages.
All those yards of wool don't do much for a girl's waistline, but I do love my kilt! It reaches almost to the floor and so I wear it with some killer heels.