I am wearing weathered Buchanan - I chose it as it fits closest to my ancestry - mother was a Watt and father had Watt in his family tree (I used to say he was a .5 Watt). Reality is though - any tartan for anybody. It was really small things like oak leaves or feathers etc worn in the cap or noticeably elsewhere that defined your clan. The tartan thing really came into being after an English king, George 4th?, visited Edinburgh in the 1820's and some Scots, Walter Scott - Georges pal - was involved, made a big deal of highland dress in a large pageant. From there on the quaint dress was affirmed as our national garb. Takes the edge off it a bit - sorry. Much more fun to think of us chasing deer across the moors dressed in tartan. Romantic images and stories tend to stick better than the poverty, squalor and rags that would have been much more common.
I am going to a ceilidh on Saturday in our town and will enjoy wearing it - it is superb to dance in. And apologies for the opportunity taken to go on about on the strange thing that is Scottish history.
My wifes lovely - and the funny thing is she doesn't take a great picture - she's much nicer in real life!
cheers
Stephen