Boots and tartan

Her Mum wrote a poem for her on her 40th  birthday. It began:
 
She was a little thing
in boots and tartan,
not fat, not thin,
but with her cheeky grin
that could avoid attempted discipline…
 
Here are the boots and tartan, and the cheeky grin, preserved in photos.
 
Happy 60th to our young sister. How blessed we are to have had her in our lives all these years. Here’s to the next girls’ day out.