Fashion Plates

When we were trying to decide how to dress T for my sisters wedding the idea of putting him in a kilt somehow came up, and it stuck. We did some research and found my families tartan (we went with the green one) and that was pretty much the end of it. When it first came in the mail T wouldn't wait to put it on and spent an afternoon running around outside bare from the wast up, wearing just the kilt. Like he's going to go throw logs or whatever. Here's the inevitable photo-shoot, I couldn't coax an ounce of cooperation from my guy of course, so this represents about five minutes of activity.

These last two are my favorites.