I have a Damn Near Kilt 'Em highlander. It is a bit sloppy, but then so am I. My ravens can perch on my leg and won't stick their talons through the fabric or pull the thread out, heck, they even poop on the kilt and I just wash it off with the hose, it's cool in the day and warm in the night in this high desert. If my pack goats jump up on me I don't worry about their dirt and hooves ruining the fabric. I get it muddy, dirty, can hit it with solvent to get the grease out. This particular kilt is the equivalent of heavy duty cotton work pants.
As for effeminate, who cares? Are you wearing lipstick and stuffing your bra? Thought not. You're raising a family, trusting in God, and paying taxes to Caesar from your hard earned paycheck. No better man than that can be found. Being a man, wear a kilt, it's your God-given right secured by our Scots brothers.
As for your wife, always apologize even if you didn't know what you did wrong. Worked for me for thirty six years so far.
And Steve, I promise I won't mention dogs. Not once.
Originally Posted by Half Scot Half Pole
I have a Damn Near Kilt 'Em highlander. It is a bit sloppy, but then so am I. My ravens can perch on my leg and won't stick their talons through the fabric or pull the thread out, heck, they even poop on the kilt and I just wash it off with the hose, it's cool in the day and warm in the night in this high desert. If my pack goats jump up on me I don't worry about their dirt and hooves ruining the fabric. I get it muddy, dirty, can hit it with solvent to get the grease out. This particular kilt is the equivalent of heavy duty cotton work pants.
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