My son has a Kilt. He is officially a Festy. (Festy: a person who gets so into the Renaissance Festival they attend regularly in full costume.)
I am sure somewhere in the mix of heritages that represent the mutts that are John and I someone was Scottish and wore this particular tartan.
And today, as he is every weekend during August and September, he is out at the fest wearing this costume while yelling at people to buy stuff.
I am so proud.