Yesterday, as I was headed out the door to run some errands, I asked my wife if she needed anything, and she asked where I was going. I ran over the list of stops and also mentioned that I was going to stop at the DAV Thrift shop. She asked what I was going to the thrift shop for, and I told her I was on the look-out for another tweed jacket to convert into a kilt jacket.

To that she said “Now that you don’t wear clothes anymore, why don’t you just convert one of your regular jackets?”

This floored me. I’ve been full time kilted for over three years, maybe four, I’m bad with dates, and she just now is accepting it?

And her choice of words bugged me also. “don’t wear clothes anymore” ! !

Just what does she think I’ve been wearing? Sure it was probably just a Freudian slip, but that means that deep down, she thinks the kilt is not dressed.

On the one hand, I’m glad that she finally seems to accept that my kilts aren’t just a phase, or a mid-life crisis. On the other, she thinks I’m not wearing clothes?

Oh well, the heck with it. I'm happy with the way I dress, and I regardless of what she thinks, I'm not going back to those hated cloth tubes.

I looked in my closet, and I should be able to convert at least three jackets and get some more wear out of them. There is always a silver lining as my Grandmother MacMillan used to say.