decking the halls with tartan

Many moons ago my uncle spent two years in Ireland and Scotland as a missionary, and when he came back he brought with him a cut of real Scottish tartan for my mother. She eventually made that into skirt and blazer (yes, a tartan blazer!), and many moons after that she asked me if I wanted to take stewardship over it for a time. Obviously, I had to say yes. I mean, this is legit Scottish tartan.

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I declined to take possession of the matching blazer, so that’s still residing in my mother’s cedar chest. (Maybe someday I’ll be brave enough to wear a matching skirt-blazer combo in bright red tartan!) This skirt is super tiny, and frankly, I have to suck in to even zip it up. The pain you endure for beautiful tartan, am I right?

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This beauty is a highwaisted, pleated skirt. It has pressed pleats all the way around and has only one side seam. It hits my knees perfectly and can produce a good twirl when needed. (Because sometimes you just need to twirl.) When I wear this I feel incredibly festive and sophisticated. Plus I get to tell people that I’m wearing real tartan. I feel strongly that this important fact lends notable legitimacy to my ensemble.

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Today I’m waiting for several Christmas packages to arrive, including one from Mood Fabrics that I desperately need so I can start in on a big sewing project. I’m making my final lists and double checking packages and addresses and on-hand baking supplies. The other night I whipped up some peppermint sandwich cookies, and I may have to repeat the task tomorrow. Asher is positively smitten with all the Christmas lights, and his enthusiasm is contagious.

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We’ve been enjoying our tall, skinny, fully artificial Christmas tree, and I’m reminded that in this fleeting season’s hullabaloo and rigmarole, I need to find moments to slow down, ponder, and enjoy. The thing is that we celebrate Christmas because Christ gave us life. So let’s not forget to actually live this season. And if you can, live some of it in Scottish tartan.

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4 Comments

  1. Posted December 12, 2014 at 9:40 am | Permalink

    This skirt is fantastic!!

  2. Sonia
    Posted December 12, 2014 at 11:10 am | Permalink

    My husband asked me if I had seen your skirt on Sunday. I told him, no. Thanks for posting a picture. Now I can see what he was talking about. He mentioned that it looked like tartan. Joe has a tie in his tartan so I figured he would know. 🙂 So wonderful as usual.

  3. Arianne
    Posted December 12, 2014 at 1:55 pm | Permalink

    LOVE it! Love those tights too!

  4. Posted February 12, 2017 at 5:13 am | Permalink

    Äh, alla failar vi någon gång! Bra att du ringde till din PT, alltid bra att prata ut med någon som har koll.

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