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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

And speaking of kilts...

Kilt Rock was an appropriate place for Ewan to demonstrate how to get into a kilt -- not the filleadh bheag, or small kilt, which is basically a skirt with the pleats already sewn in, familiar to generations of Catholic schoolgirls -- but the great kilt, which served as a garment, a blanket, and if necessary, a tent.

The first step is to lay out the kilt. (I'm not sure how you'd manage this if you lived in a tiny croft and it was raining outside, both of which were likely to be the case.)

Then you pleat the fabric by hand -- more pleats in winter, when the trapped air keeps you warm, fewer in summer.

The Scots may not have invented the burrito, but they clearly had the concept. The next step is to lie down on top of the pleated plaid and wrap the bottom around you. (That's George, acting as volunteer tartan wearer.)

Tie a belt around your waist outside the tortilla, um, kilt.

You can stand up now.

Arrange the folds of the top of the kilt to create a series of handy pockets, and pin over one shoulder, creating a natural backpack.

That's all there is to it! You look just like Mel Gibson! Or Liam Neeson! Or Sam Heughan!

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