Passionate about Plaid

I found a kindred spirit recently when I met a woman who loves plaid.  She has collected so many articles of plaid clothing, decorations made from plaid fabric, and picnic ware painted with plaid designs that she was able to create a display on a large platform stage.  Although the building featured many eye-appealing exhibits, my eye went directly to the platform stage filled with plaid.  I've loved plaid from childhood on.  My mom, who was a wonderful seamstress, made us matching red plaid jumpers when I was a little girl.  We wore them with matching white blouses with big tied bows at the neck.   When I was in fifth grade, I bought a dark turquoise sweater and matching plaid skirt with my summer allowance monies as a new outfit for school.  I couldn't wait for it to get cold enough that year so I could break out the new plaid apparel. As a teen, I wore favorite red plaid pants with saddle shoes that were in vogue at the time.  I recall also feeling quite snazzy wearing pink and cream plaid pants that I wore with a pink and cream vest.  In high school, I went through a brief sewing phase where I bravely (and, surprise! successfully) sewed plaid skirts in taupe and hunter green and other hues. Last winter, I found a dark blue, green and black plaid skirt in a favorite thrift store.  What a find!  I wore it frequently with sweaters in black, green and blue.  There is something happy and celebratory about plaid.  I left that exhibit recently, just as I did as a young girl, waiting for the first wintery day when my passion for plaid can be realized once again.

Mad About Plaid

I have had a thing about plaid this fall.  I decided that I wanted a plaid skirt and plaid pants.  It didn't matter what colors or what plaid designs.  I just knew that I wanted plaid.  So, during my regular visits to my favorite thrift store, I had my sights set on plaid and, lo and behold, I found black, pink and white plaid pants (never worn, still with the tags - Might that mean something?! Is my taste too weird?) and a black watch plaid skirt (gently used, in great shape).  The price was right for each, so I grabbed them off the rack, tried them on, found that they both fit perfectly and brought them home to launder.  I've gotten a real kick out of wearing both since then. For some reason, wearing plaid in the winter makes me smile.  Wearing these "new" plaid items makes me think of my teenage years when I had red plaid pants, pink plaid pants and some plaid skirts that I had sewed.  It's all probably pretty silly, but I kind of like being mad about plaid.