Can anyone tell me who designated Monday as Kilt Monday? Was it the spiritual residue of so many bekilted pipers marching about on Glasgow Green in the rain over the weekend?
Three kilt incidents – all on Monday. I just don’t get it.
- Firstly, a long discussion after Morning Prayer which included the sentiment that the Provost would look good in the kilt. This sentiment did not come from the Provost. (Given the recent rather dramatic weight loss, I’m delighted to report that the question, “Does my bum look big in this?” has become merely rhetorical).
- Then we get Fr Madpriest’s diatribe against kilt wearing going on all through the day. It began with a post entitled Perversion Too Far and continued in other places and on other Anglican blogs. (See, we don’t always focus on the Usual Topic). This even caused Rev Mother Ruth and I to get into a rare public spat in the comments on his post. You have to scroll through quite a lot to get to the spat. (This all reminded me a little of the Advent Wreath Controversy which raged here for a time).
- Then I went to Compline in the evening. It was rather lovely striking a pose in a gloomy corner. Feeling vaguely moody and thoughtful in company at the end of a long day is a special treat you should try if you have never discovered it. Just when I thought that Kilt Monday was over, the Cantor came over and asked me whether or not I had decided to take to the kilt yet. She makes them and was wanting to know whether I had been convinced of the idea yet or not.
What was all this about? I don’t believe for a moment in cosmic tartan reordering, so what caused all this? Is it because the SNP have a whiff of power? I knew it was a bad idea letting them appear to get their hands on power.
My dear Kelvin – I think from the standpoint of historical rectitude you should have more of an affinity with the old 8 yards of tartan. After all, like us Scottish Episcopalians, it too was prescribed after the wee excursion up to Culloden in 1746!
That’ll be ‘proscribed’ of course!
I’ve no idea who designated it Kilt Monday, but it brightened a very bad day for me!!
‘Feeling vaguely moody and thoughtful in company at the end of a long day is a special treat you should try if you have never discovered it.’
Ah now that brings back memories. You have perfectly articulated your Thursday night persona at St Mary’s. Or perhaps your every night persona… More confirmation that you seem to be recovering your youth.
I do a good lesson on subjects and objects ….. 😉
Having discovered the kilt late in life myself, I’d say give it a go Kelvin! You have nothing to lose but your reputation!
Definitely something to consider before the next Cathedral Ceildih
So Kelvin, you indicate that you are newly sylphlike. I don’t think we’ve had a photograph of you since the biker rally. Therefore, we await with baited breath, photographic proof that a butterfly has emerged from the cocoon.
Since the biker rally (which is also called Easter Day in these parts) I’ve lost almost exactly two and a half stone. I’m not done yet either. Months to go before the butterfly emerges.
I’ve been trying very hard not to make this a diet blog. Encouragement can be so disheartening sometime.
Who was it who got their congregation to sponsor them to lose weight in Lent only to put on two pounds?
So what tartan do Episcopal clergy wear? Those of us who are of non-Highland connection would like to wear Clergy but the tartan makers refuse to make Clergy in kilt-weight.
Should we denounce them from the pulpit?!