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Chapter
4
     
    Her costume
was an outfit from one of the trunks in the attic. It had belonged to her
great, great, great grandmother or something like that. It was this white
chemise looking thing that flowed to her ankles, if her memory served it was
called a… sark?.... maybe. She had added a couple layers of their version of a
petticoat, which more resembled another skirt to her, it was definitely a good
thing the weather had been uncharacteristically cold or otherwise she would be
melting tonight.
    The idea had
actually come from her dreams she’d been having for the past six months now.
She spent hours nearly every night visiting a MacKay stronghold in the past.
She knew how crazy it sounded… that’s why she hadn’t told a soul even her best
friend Mika. She had missed Tavish this last week… there had been no dreams
prompting a visit to his world and she felt the loss deeply. So tonight she
would dress up like she lived in his time… sort of… to allow herself the
illusion of being close to him.
    She had
altered each piece of the costume adding her own style and flare.... yeah she
knew it was old… but damn it was a bit plain and uncomfortable. The petticoats
had originally been white also, but she had dyed one a cobalt blue and the
other a darker shade more of a midnight blue. She had bunched her sark in the
front middle at knee level then attached a blue ribbon to match the petticoat underneath.
She proceeded to do the same with the cobalt blue petticoat underneath her
sark, attaching a dark blue ribbon to it. She then cut and hemmed both the sark
and the petticoat under it so each layer was slightly shorter than next. The
result was a layered look that was quit stunning. The corset had been white,
but she dyed it a red to match the stripes on the arisaid, cutting the strings
that tightened it. She had taken the vest that was made of a dark blue material
that matched the shade of the darker petticoat and attached the altered corset
to it. She then closed the vest with several wooden toggles she had found
buried in another chest. Of course she had altered them too, but only slightly,
she gave them an almost whitewashed look so they matched the outfit better.
    She was fairly
sure that she had stolen clothing designs from several different eras, but
honestly didn’t care… it wasn’t like there would be any historical fashion
police at the party. She knew the arisaid had belonged to the clan MacKay and
her great grandfather had paid for a replica clan badge to be designed in white
gold as a gift for his wife. Her great grandmother had taught her to understand
Gaelic, but because of her heavy Texan accent, it was almost impossible for her
to speak it. Shoot she was lucky if anyone understood her English half the time
her drawl was so strong.
    Great grandma
Ari had also taught her how to wear the arisaid… it was basically worn like a
cloak. She had a large leather belt that she wrapped around her waist to hold
it in place. The belt had been altered too, but just slightly… she had taken a
ribbon of both the shades of blue she had used for the petticoats and
interwoven them over the leather so it matched the outfit. She then draped the
top over her shoulders and attached the replica clan badge in front, a hand holding
a dagger. Tasha had always assumed the material would be rough and scratchy,
but somehow it had maintained a softer less abrasive feel to it. No skin
irritation, thank god.
    She quickly
looked at her watch… “Crap!” She was way more than fashionably late… now she
would have to drive instead of walking. Trying to be as authentic as possible
she removed her watch and laid it on the mantel before walking out the door. Jumping
into her car she carefully drove the few blocks to the barn house the gathering
was being held at. As she pulled in front one of the MacKay brothers themselves,
dressed in their highland colors, opened her door. As she walked around the car
and stepped