Remember how I told you all about how I caught “The Bug?” Well, I decided to start a project for my mom and dad. **MOM AND DAD, STOP HERE**
Just kidding, they don’t read the blog. And I am 100% okay with that.
My parents are amazing. They have been married for 34 years in June. I know I am one of the lucky ones to say that I grew up in a stable, secure, loving home, and my parents are the reason for this. Someday I want to be like them when I grow up.
My family is also Scottish. Like, hardcore Scottish. My aunt has traced our ancestors all the way back to the family of Mary, Queen of Scots and beyond. We have claimed the family Gordon as our clan. I haven’t learned anything about the characteristics of the actual Gordons, but I’m guessing they were some tough and sometimes rebellious sons of you-know-whats. My dad purchased a real Gordon Tartan kilt and has proudly worn it to my sister’s and my wedding rehearsals, with orders he will be wearing it to my other sister’s actual wedding. (I wish I had had him do that.) My folks go to the Highland festivals every year, the only dogs they get are Shelties, and they have had a dream of visiting our homeland for as long as I can remember.
Next year, their dream is finally going to come true. They have planned a big trip to Scotland for their 35th anniversary next summer. In the past they have said they were going to go, but my sister and I each got married on significant years for them and they couldn’t afford weddings and the trip at the same time. This year, though, no one is getting married and they are working really hard to save up for their trip. They have a map pinned to the wall where they have researched everywhere they want to go with sticky notes. My dad has all of his geocaches planned out, too. In other words, it sounds like they will really get to go this time.
In honor of that, I decided to weave them both some Gordon tartan-inspired scarves. I can’t actually call them tartans, because real tartans use a really specific type of yarn/weaving pattern/fairie magic. But, I have pretty thoroughly studied the clan’s tartans and finally picked out a pattern. I’m sticking with the simplest one I could find in the least amount of colors because hey, I’m still new to this whole weaving thing. I figure my folks are just so darn awesome and they had to put off their trip for me and my sister, I owed them something pretty amazing and special in return. We’ll see how this goes.