My first kilted outing

[Rex_Tremende]

It only just occurred to me while I started typing this up that I think I’ve become addicted to this forum.

Check.

Anyway whilst I was on here last night I was reminded that I needed to go into Banff today and I had the brilliant idea of wearing my new kilt, now I decided not to say anything on here because I wasn’t sure that I would chicken out this morning having only put my kilt on he first time on Monday, However I got up put on my kilt found my only plain black t-shirt (which happens to be a polo) put on my belt which looks slightly weird because its a trouser belt and looks small but I need a belt because the kilt is slightly too big for me,

Check. It starts with the simple accessories.

And decided against a sporran after finding out that I cant fit my phone & wallet in it at the same time.

A man should only carry in his wallet a credit card (1), his driver's license or ID, maybe an insurance card, and a few bank notes. So maybe edit the contents of the wallet, or - you knew this was coming - buy a bigger day sporran.

So off I went spend 10 minutes in the car sorting my pleats lol

You'll get the hang of it: Swing bum, sweep, sit, don't worry, all in one quick movement.

but I was off for my first kilted outing. About half an hour into my journey maybe ten minutes out of Banff I was struck by the sudden idea of “why am I doing this!” because after reading all the posts on here about people asking why are you wearing a kilt/skirt/whatever anyone else wants to call it, and do you play the pipes I was expecting to get accosted as soon as I got out of the car.

Really? In Scotland?

However I didn’t and I set off about my business next thing I know it’s been forty five minutes and apart form the occasional funny look and one bloke stating rather loudly in the paper shop f**k me he’s in a kilt, all was well I wasn’t cold having decided not to try regimental just in case it was.

It's never cold "up there" even in the most frigid weather, I've found.

Anyway the moral of this rather long winded tale is I’m converted and I’m going to try and wear my kilt as much as possibly and keep my eyes open for more bargains in the future.

Check. Addicted. Welcome to the madness.

Regards,
Rex.