What comes to mind when you think of the word, “plaid”?
Hmm..well first off those lovely, pleated PLAID skirts we wore in Catholic school when growing up, and for one year of high school. And of course now there is the kinky side of it, as an adult, because many men like their female to dress up as a naughty school girl for them. Makes me wonder at times about the psychological implications of that, but then let’s not go there. I wasn’t a big fan of the skirts back when I had to wear them, though I’ll admit it was very easy to figure out what to wear to school each day…the plaid uniform skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, and a blue or green sweater depending on the colors in the skirt. Still not seeing what is so sexy about that.
Next on the list is Christmas! Whenever I see plaid in green, red, black and gold, I think the holidays for some reason. Ribbon, table runners, all sorts of things during the holidays that are plaid in those colors start popping up around Christmas. I love it.
I also think of my son, wearing his plaid when playing the bagpipes. Since he was just 12 years old he has played the pipes with first our local Sheriff’s department band, and then the Cincinnati Emerald Society. He is quite good, and I was always quite proud of him. He has been known to pick them up at any Irish pub he happens to be in and just play, like he plays them daily, which makes my brother slightly sick because it seems most folks have to practice.