As yet another plaid shirt worms its way into my affections (and closet) I have to remind myself that there are infinitely worse things to be addicted to than the pattern triumvirate of stripes, florals, and the aforementioned plaids. The latest incarnation is a nice mix of cowboy and haggis...pearly snap closures and winter-friendly flannel...in what the Scottish blood coursing through my veins tells me is a Stewart tartan (of course, the S.b. has been wrong before so take my clan identification skills with a grain of salt)...best of all, from the frugal S.b.'s point of view, as this was an Old Navy find it was satisfyingly inexpensive. | ![]() |
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