I've been asked, what gave me the idea to make this monstrosity? is it enough to say I can't remember? a kilt surplus in the salvation Army shop? a wish to go to the Edinburgh Festival? The prototype took about two hours to knock off. After that - hours and hours and hours of snipping, pinking, wrenching, weeping, and struggling like Epstein with a block of marble to release the latent form within the plaids.
An odd thing about kilts - they are almost always size 18 or 20, and smell faintly but certainly of sweetpea talcum powder (sp?)
