Weak in the Knees

Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about this. You may ask yourself why, since I’m Puerto Rican and have absolutely no ties to Scotland. But there you have it.

I love kilts. I love men wearing kilts. Quasimodo could wear a kilt and I would drool. Really.

At the last Holiday Ball we attended, there was a gentleman who wore his clan’s tartan, and I just kept staring!! Hubby took pity on me, and went over to ask him if he would dance with me. He was very nice, and told me about his tartan and stories about wearing the kilt to social functions. He was afraid people would make fun of his attire, until I pointed out that there were several women waiting for him to finish dancing so they could have their turn. He was rather happy after that.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go fan myself 😉