To Kilt or Not to Kilt?

That is the big question of the moment. Pretty sure it's a yes on the kilting of The Groom and his Dudes, but so far he's not made a lot of progress on the research and procurement front. I said I'd sew them (insert gasp of horror here) if he found the material he wants, but so far it's at a standstill.

I did find an awesome pattern, and darling ML, our dear friend who I used to work with in the travel agent days, is an excellent seamstress and has offered her help (thank the lord, hallelujah).

But the tartan fabric, that's the Precious right now. Try 57 Brittish Pounds a yard (!) for the real deal from the basements of Edinburgh and I don't even know what from anywhere else. And it's about $125 to rent a done up one (includes, like, the big safety pin, but none of the other goodies). I would die of happiness if Joosh agreed to go with black kilts and button up shirts. Easy peasy lemon damn squeezey. And look how cute.

Of course there's always this What-Ari-Emmanuel-Would-Wear-If-He-Was-A-Douchebag-Scottish-Hollywood-Agent-Instead-Of-A-Jewish-One possible outcome with the whole black kilt scenario, so one must be careful.

Originally I'd wanted just pants and suspenders, very old timey, a al this adorable Fanfarlo video:


So button-up shirt with a kilt and none of the fancy jacket/socks/manbag-ball protector/knife accoutrement would be awesome in my mind, and a reasonable compromise. But I'm pretty sure he's set on the whole Blackwatch tartan thing, possibly including all the dressy gear. I hope not, though, because lord will that eff up my cazsh vision (and I use "vision" pretty loosely here, rather than in all the seriousness of words like "tablescape" and "event design" that get bandied about quite a little bit in the bins of all things Bridal). It's really hard to picture all that jazz at what will essentially look and feel like an overdone picnic.

An example of all the trimmings, I'm sure you've seen it before:

More fancy pants(less) here.

And here.

And here. (This last one goes out to KDog, as that is indeed Darth Maul in ruffles and a kilt - bow chicka bow bow).

Kilts do look the most delicious on the actual Scots, I'd say, such as this one (rowr, purrrrrr) and this one (ditch the eagle, and I'd be happy to sit in its place).




Hey, you think if I showed Joosh this photo of Captain Mal Reynolds looking saucey in just a plain black (and strangely made of leather...) kilt, he'd go for it? I mean, yes, dude should be strung up for the sock length (higher or lower, buddy, just not that dreadful midcalf thing you've stumbled upon) and the shoe combo, but other than that, I think it's really working for him. And plus, you know, it's Mal. He can get away with pretty much anything.

Unlike grooms, who I've been told by all the ettiquette books* and common wedding lore, are supposed to just nod and smile and do what their brides tell them to do. Clearly the people who write such things have never met the Joosh, am I right? Because as exceptional as he is, he's getting away with matrimonial murder on the planning front...

The debate will rage on, no doubt.

*Who am I kidding? Have I read a single wedding ettiquette book? NO. So please, let me apologize in advance to all the people I am going to inadvertantly offend in this process. I can say with utmost and preemptive certainty that I meant no ill will.

**Update on the expensiveness factor: Never fear, Kiltmart is here! I'm sure those aren't cheap and whorey at all, right? No danger of looking like a slutty girl's Contempo Casuals cast-off, right? Oy.