Dressed up a bit for my first outing
So, this past weekend I went out for the first time kilted. While most of our local Celtic society were down in Tucson, Arizona for the festival I was in charge of our booth at the local university's International Fair.
I admit I was very nervous, even though I was going to an International Fair. The two guys in the parking lot who sniffed and snuffed (they actually did sound a little porcine) didn't increase my confidence level. Neither did the two little girls who came running up screaming "You're wearing a dress!" I know experienced X-Markers have dealt with that situation extremely well, but I was a little stunned. They seemed like such sweet kids as they ran up to our booth, all dressed in their Kenyan clothing for a dance number they were doing later. I didn't expect the snooty comment. But my volunteer, who was wearing his kilt as well, was very calm and nice as he corrected them.
The most exciting part of the day for me was - I thought at the time - non-kilt related. A Kenyan student, probably about my age, came up to our booth. Now, I am not an extrovert, so when I am doing a booth I tend to introduce myself and then just let people browse, rather than engaging them in conversation right off the bat. He looks over our displays and I see he is actually reading everything! Soon he looks up and asks a question about Celtic history. And man, we were off. Every answer I gave him seemed to raise another question in his mind. We talked for nearly 45 minutes, ranging from ancient migratory patterns of the early Celts to maritime customs, culinary practices, the importance of story-telling, history of the bagpipes, spiritual traditions, and the symbolism of the various flags of the Celtic regions - I couldn't believe how wide-ranging his interests were! And the whole time he was drawing comparisions to his culture. It was fantastic. At the end he quietly thanked me, smiled and shook my hand. As he walked away I realized I had just had an amazing conversation with a perfect stranger - had made a connection and exchanged ideas across cultures. And the whole time I was standing there in a kilt and it didn't matter. He didn't think it was odd. He simply saw it as part of my culture - a culture he wanted to understand better. For me, it was a pretty exciting moment.
Anyway, here are the two photos. One is by our apple tree and the other is on the back porch. This is my first kilt, which arrived last month. It is a USA Kilts casual in the Ireland's National tartan. I also got the belt and pin (with Irish harp pattern) and sporran from Rocky. (And as an aside I ordered my box-pleated kilt in the Ulster ancient tartan from Matt yesterday.)
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