Saturday, January 2, 2016
On the Twelfth Day of a Feminine Christmas
My nose has been buried in a book I received as a gift called Tartan, Romancing the Plaid. Being Scottish, tartans have a place in my heart and my grandparents had many tasteful touches of it in their wonderful home - plaid ribbons to hold places in books, a plaid tin picnic basket, and a few tartan pillows with lace. In reading the book I learned the distinction between a tartan and a plaid but here I will interchange the words.
There is an inherent nostalgic mystery in this unique banner of fashion and home decor. A simple tartan tie or pleated skirt is a fiery expression of the ancient lore of plaid. And when plaid is used in the home, at least for me, it is an exuberant expression of belonging.
Our family's plaid is a surprising blue and my grandmother made sure we knew it was ours by sewing skirts and dresses in the tartan for us. But she also created clothes using traditional red tartans as shown in the pictures below. My niece and my daughter are each wearing the jumpers my sister and I wore years before.
I hope you enjoyed my Twelve Days of a Feminine Christmas and I appreciate all your kind comments very much. More as January progresses...