Wednesday, May 30, 2007

 

IPLawKilt: Fashion Hit or Miss?


As requested, IPLawGuy has sent me a photo of himself in a kilt. Intriguingly, he apparently had someone else take this photo in his office, implying that at least once he wore this kilt to work. Was it casual Friday? Or is this regular business wear?

My first impression is that it isn't as bad as I would have thought, but I still would much rather see it on IPLawWife.

So, what do you think, people? Is this the business trend of the future?

Comments:
The kilt is fine, but the tie is hideous.

Nice legs!
 
Is he trying to make a "Scottish" facial expression? It does look one of those guys who got killed right away in "Braveheart."
 
Do you have a photo of IPLawWife in a kilt? Can we see that for a fair comparison?
 
Bitchin'.
 
Does it come with a sword? If so, I think it might be a great thing for many legal professionals.
 
That is a fashion HIT!!!!


At first I freaked out because I saw the office and it looked so familiar! and then I realized why, because our new attorney works for the same firm here in Portland and they have the SAME FURNITURE!!!!! I was like HEY I know that CHAIR!!!!

The black socks are really a nice touch. The real question is though.... (don't EVEN THINK I was gonna ask THAT question, you perverts) the REAL question is , Is Iplaw really Scottish? Because if so we have a lTO in common I am like 1/2 Scottish. and I hail from the McCleod clan, which sports a terribly festive yellow tartan that I would never wear in public.


SO today on the agenda, we are having a guest over who is my half brother's half brother. He is a really nice guy. He comes to Portland once a year and he came last year in August. I went around our house telling him all the stuff we planned to do in the remodel. AHe was like Oh I cannot wait to see it. Now today we are going to take him to the blown up (Spencer calles it the Broken House) house and show him what we have done with the place.... hahaha

BUt this week we are interviewing builders (in between Bill going up to some luthier guy's shop on some island near Seattle to work) and hopefully we will pick the right one. The guy I like the best is Marty Clark this guy who built Morman Dave's house three houses away. Morman Dave TOLD US to call him that EVERYONE in our neighborhood calls him that. Morman Dave has foue kids and he has a great family including a sneaky set of twin girls that I cannot tell apart. When I told them that I wanted to repaint our house last year ( the outside) I asked them their opinion... they said that I should paint it pink plaid and put pretty silver lights ont he roof. Apparently those colors go so well on their Barbie Jeep that they think everything should be painted that color.

Marty Clark seems like a very nice and interesting guy. He will never be my Home Improvement Soulmate, like Habib, but he is very nice. He has one thing though and that is that he talks like a 100 miles an hour. SO Its like "SO I know Dave we go way bbbacck........open heart surgery.......since 1941.......How about Thursday???"

HUH????? Dude you lost me when you started talking about how you make your own pickles.... I am starting to think all of these guys who build stuff are just INSANE or maybe they get affected by the fumes or something.


So then after Terry gets here, we are gonna take him to the old house and then I WAS going to cook, but I did not know if these kitchen guys were coming today or not, so I had to maybe not cook so we are just going to take him out for lunch. Probably to Red Robin, because it is the one place we can take Spencer and they don't care if he throws his crayons on the floor or spills his milk eight times. Before lunch we are going to take him to pick up Spencer at Preschool, so he can see the school and meet Teacher Gina. Teacher Gina is a nice lady but she is a trip. Her ENTIRE life is devoted to two things: God and her preschool. This is nice but she has a weird kind of look in her eyes like a woman who has been telling three year olds that they are "not respecting their friends but not sharing the dress up clothes, and everyone should get a chance to play firefighter," or whatever for a bit too long. I cannot explain it. Her eyes open up a bit too wide... like all of the time.

But then if I worked at that place I would totally lose my mind.
 
P.S. Iplaw: That kilt just screams "Tea Leoni, Eat your heart out!"
 
UH OH I see something on the desk.... Is that a "TEAMWORK" poster on your desk????

Have you and Osler been shopping at Successories again?
 
-It's not my desk nor my office. My colleague took the photo in his office. No motivational posters in here. Only political memorabilia and old trademark registrations and patents acquired by family members are on the wall. (But yes, I have the same style guest chairs)

-My Great Grandmother Marion Harvie was from Glasgow, but if she was part of a clan, we don't know it.

-My ancestry is predominantly English, so its more likely that my people slaughtered William Wallace and his band of brigands.

-The client (based in Seattle, not that far from Tyd) actually sent me TWO kilts. This one is still on display in my office, the other one (a tasteful powder blue number) is at home for "special occasions."

-The kilts each have nice pockets for pens, pads, nails, tools, nuts and bolts, ding dongs, etc. and a loop for a hammer or some other tool. So, yeah, a sword would work. But the kilts didn't come with one.

-I may be foolish enough to let myself be photographed in a kilt, but I am NOT foolish enough to send out pictures of my wife in same.
 
Wait! I was just scanning back and found Tyd's comment on the "I got Rid of the French" post about being 8 yrs old and being taken to see Apocolypse Now. By her mother.

Now, THIS is worthy of some discussion. I think my parents took me to see Jungle Book when I was eight.
 
Well, you should see what some of the Swiss wear--not to work, but on holidays. And even sometimes on a regular day, you see a few men wearing those Christopher-Plummer-singing-Edelweiss-style jackets. Not the knickers, but definitely those loden green stand-up collar jackets. Maybe a kilt would look good with one of those . . .
 
Swing and a miss.
 
I think a plaid shirt would go better than the blue one
 
Oso--\

What exactly is it that is "swinging?"
 
I love men in kilts, so I'm gonna go with "hit." I also love men with eyeliner and nail polish, but that's another topic for another day.
 
After summoning up the strength to make photos available to the general public through some good ole' Irish courage, I'll see you a utilikilt and raise you a Prince Charlie. Now Baylor has its own mascot... err... misfit.

Real men wear real kilts.
 
I have to say I like the kilt. It's very cute in a "So I Married an Ax Murderer" way. I am just kind of wondering if you just threw it on after you got to work, thinking, "Hmm, this might be kinda fun for the day, you know, breezy!..." or if it was a double-dog dare you situation. Does IPLawBaby have a coordinating ensemble? I am pretty sure you can order those from Ragsland, all smocked & monogrammed. Which, sadly, I love too...
 
1.
yes My mother took me to see Apocalypse Now., When I was eight. My mother was very ... I don't know how to describe it.. Here is an example. When I was four, I went to this sort of stuck up school called University Liggett. I was in preschool and everyday I came to school singing songs.... One day I sang the following song at preschool:

"Black boys are so pretty.
Chocolate flavored love.
White Boys are vanilla
sent from heaven above."

They were songs from the soundtrack to the musical "HAIR" which my mother played a lot in the house.

In second grade, I took with me to school for lunch not PB&J sandwiches but tuna fish with capers inside of a pita. Back when no one had ever heard of a pita and certainly would not give them to their kids. I was a freak thanks mom.

In third grade I went to show and tell and taught the class how to make a Manhattan.

I am not sure exactly what the hell my mother was thinking, or why, because her major in college was Elementary Education and an Econ Minor. However I did a LOT of kooky things as a kid, because my mother was a bit kooky. ALl I wanted for a mother was Mrs. Brady.. who maybe drove a station wagon with brown fake wood all over it. Instead I got Mrs Robinson or Helen Gurley Brown or I don't know WHO....who was a social worker hung out with these wack job friends ( who owned things like cars that turned into a boats,etc and they would actually drive them into the Detroit River.) and drove a broken down MG that would stall on the way to the Ice Capades. Again.

I am not sure if any of it was good or bad, I am just glad I lived to tell about it.

2. Eyeliner on guys: GuyLiner.
 
Ok so uhmmm OTHER KILT GUY...... WHAT is the corsage all about?
 
Tyd--

In a certain way, your mom sounds very GP. Grosse Pointe did allow for certain... eccentricities. Not that there was any of that in my family. Oh, no.
 
What is the deal with Grosse Pointers and CAPERS??? I'm a Grosse Pointer ( and very well acquainted with all things Osler) and capers invaded my childhood and (I'm not kidding) KILLED my Dad. My Dad was all thrilled one night because he'd just received a jar of GIANT CAPERS from Williams Sonoma. He didn't live to see the next day. I thought it was just my family that had a caper obsession....I guess those weird little things were all over GP.
 
Tyd: You are way way out of my league. You rock. A Manhattan? I'd have to google that one now, sadly. My mom was a little different, but just because she worked full time when most of my friends moms stayed home full time. I am actually kind of glad, because it made me more independent.

I saw Orca, Jaws & Friday the 13th with my older brother in the movie theater, I don't think the folks actually knew until we were grown. Shout out to you, my sister!
 
I saw JAWS in like 5th grade and I could not go swimming until middle school. Seriously. Not even in my grandparents 8 foot deep teeny pool.

to this day I HATE scary movies.. I have never even seen BAMBI
 
It's a fashion "do"! Now I know why I married you. Why don't you ever where that around the house? The real question is, what are you wearing under the kilt?
 
Please do not ever, ever wear that when you are dropping me off at school.
 
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