It was one of those mornings, I had yet to don the kilt and go outside in it, but anyways, my 4 year old had a field trip and needed to be at school early, and the baby had to be at the doc's about an hour after the field trip ended. Because of the weather, I did a lot of laundry and made sure I grabbed a pair of shorts for me and then made sure I warm clothes for the kids. After they were ready, and time was being cut close, the zipper pull broke off the shorts, and not having time to go digging for shorts, I grabbed the kilt.

On the pluses, I had 2 red heads that stopped me to talk to me, and another girl that was happy that I went with a solid black kilt (she hates plaid) and told me she is 75% Scottish. I even walked past a guy that was dressed as you would expect to see a senior citizen from Scotland dressed, pants no kilt, but the plaid shirt with the a hat I can only say made me think Brittan. He gave an approving look, which while I liked the redheads, I am married, to I have to say the Scotsman was the real point that made it really feel great.

(I do like how the kilt is as long as some of my shorts, so aside from the lack of pockets, didn't feel all that different than what I am used to)

Now the downside, I showed up to work and the owner (my mom no less) freaks out. she said "Do you always dress like an *** or just around my store?" to which I said "Do you have a problem with me wearing a Kilt?" and she said "hell yea when you are representing my store. What the hell is wrong with you?"

She didn't even bother to say bye to me or her grandson when she took my grandma home from the mall.

She calls my cell phone a few hours later, and spends another five minutes chewing me out, claiming that I am trying to drive her out of business, and that if I ever wear a Kilt again I won't be working for her anymore. (I only work about 2 hours a day, doing the bank run and such) She also pretty much threatened to evict me from the house I am renting (from my grandma) because it is too much stress to have me around crossdressing. She then made a point to say that "there is no way in hell I'll let you dress my grandson in a dress and turn him into a fag" She then started saying how I was picked on in school because my dad was crazy and I said she was the one that said it the most and hung up. Haven't talked to her since, something about the word 'kilt' doesn't register with her for some reason. I say kilt, she says dress.

I was in pretty much the same outfit as the pic, except I now have a kilt belt and sporran hanger.