The wee guy is playing a 16th Century Scottish soldier, so an outfit was needed.
Kilt and Plaid.
No fancy tartans. Just something that looked vaguely brown and vaguely rough.
I went to the charity shop and bought this.
Then I called for Pam's help.
You see, I have the imagination of a sparrow. Not that I know how imaginative a sparrow is. Maybe they're very imaginative. If they are, then I don't have the imagination of a sparrow.
Maybe I have the imagination of a rhinoceros. They don't seem too imaginative.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, not possessing much of an imagination, nor much in the way of sewing skills, I needed help.
Pam didn't come.
Yes I know she's in Colorado, and yes, I know I'm in Scotland, but she could have made the effort.
I mean, c'mon. It's a small world nowadays, isn't it?
So.....Ha! - so!....get it?....sew?!
Ahem - moving quickly on. Noone ever gets my humour. I have no idea why.
No matter, my wee guy still loves me.
And here he is with his 16th century kilt.