Every fall the catalogs and stores bloom with warm and wonderful plaids, and I think, 'why don't I make something plaid?' (A normal person might think, 'why don't I buy something plaid?') So this year I went to my big chain fabric store, but they did not offer the plaids of my dreams. The plaids of my dreams harken back to the day when my Dad, my Mom, my Mom's Twin, and my Uncle all wore matching buffalo check woolen shirts. At the same time.
Being the fiber bottomfeeder that I am, I found just what I yearned for at my local (Salvation Army) thrift store. And more. These plaids either bring me back or they just plain feel fantastic.
They are well on their way to being the shirts that I crave.
This one is due for more embroidery and white vintage buttons.