Mad for plaid?

As a child growing up in Scotland, tartan symbolized one thing...not the years of history associated with the patterns and colors...rather, the overwhelming association was with middle-aged American men who came over on vacation to play golf and then bought so many pieces of mis-matched plaid that they resembled walking patchwork quilts. The valuable lesson learned was that moderation is key...a side result was a vague phobia of tartan that lasted for quite some time. Thankfully my aversion has mellowed and I can now appreciate tartan in moderation...and preferably roughed up a little bit...as in the case of this skirt from Burfitt...dip-dyed at the hem at the waist and hem it's more punk than prim and definitely not 'tourist tartan'.