I am not a wife, but perhaps someday I will be. I do know that what my significant other wears wrapped around his bum does not matter a huge amount, as long as it's clean. And Ironed.

What makes him happy makes me happy. I like to learn about kilts and to discuss them, partly because I'm a textile nerd, and partly because they are a bit of a passion for Yeti, and it makes me happy to be a part of that. Just like it makes me happy when he learned to knit (he's getting there). He is happy and confident in a kilt, so I am okay with it. Although it's not much of a stretch from the sort of thing my family does, so I may be numb to such weirdness.