Inside every silver lining there’s a cloud

L finished making me a “poet’s shirt” this past weekend so I’d have something suitable to wear at the Austin Celtic Festival weekend after next.  She had me try it on with my kilt to see how they were going to look together.

That’s when I found out that the weight I’ve lost has taken so much off my waistline that the kilt literally falls off me, even with all the buckles set as small as they’ll go.  By the time I have the belt on and cinched enough that I’m not in imminent danger of an indecent exposure charge it’s all bunched at the back waist and looks like the devil.  I think I’ve lost almost two inches off my waist.

Damnation.  I’ve only worn it twice, and now it’s so much too big it swallows me.  And this is only going to get worse as (or if) I take more weight off.  L’s working out what she can do to take it in enough to be wearable at my current weight, but it won’t be easy at all given the way kilts are constructed and how much has to be taken up.  If I end up having to sell this one and start all over I am going to be SOOOO godsdamn pissed off . . . .