How does what "they" think affect what you wear?

[chrisupyonder]

First time one of my brothers saw me wear it he said "you sure walk like you know what you're doing and you're on a mission" Well, there was a pint ahead.

Well! what more of a good reason to wear ya kilt do ya need! int:

Chris.

[Bassbarijpm]

I live about 45 miles south of Seattle in a small rural town. When I wear a kilt is in line with some event. Either I'm doing an irish set at an local open mike, I'm on a Boy Scout activity or I have some other reason. In each case I dress for the situation. Always with knee socks, sporran. I work at not looking sloppy in it. Generally I get noticed and generally a smile or favorable commment follows. I feel that I can not be timid in a kilt. I have to jump in with both feet to pull it off well. I expect that some peolpe will just not get it.

[Armstrang]

I wear dress cowboy boots to work almost all the time, with suits and with sport coats, and with slacks and ties. I am required to wear a tie, and I alternate traditional neckties with bolos and western ribbon ties. I wear a Stetson in the winter and a Bailey Panama in the hot weather (Well, OK, I wear the OR Sitka Sombrero in the rain...). I have had only complements on my boots and the Stetson. Ditto the bolos. One day, I was at a meeting wearing a "normal" necktie. A guy from the HR Center said "Wow! You have a regular tie today. I like your bolos, but I wouldn't have the cajones to wear one." I couldn't think of anything smart to say in reply, so I just said "Well, I wear mine around my neck."

Bottom line: Wear what you want, as long as it fits into your work situation. Outside of work, you are free to wear whatever suits you. Part of "what suits you" is your perception of what your social groups will view as favorable. I plan to ease into work with business kilt attire a day or so per month. If anybody gives me any static about it, I can always say that I moved to the kilt because they didn't approve of the cowboy boots, bolos, and hats.

Who gives a carp about what THEY think? It's all fun, anyway...

[Dale-of-Cedars]

Vancouver is very kilt friendly. Most comments are positive, a few "nice skirt" comments - but in many cases it is because they don't know the proper name for a kilt, yet they do know it is what some Scottish men would wear.

Ditto.
I went out with the little lady for a shopping run this morning. I've been wanting to put some more time into breaking in my Florsheim Kenmoors (thick soles.) So rather than just wearing them with jeans I kilted up in my Auld Scotland box-pleat.

The only comment I got (other than passing smiles/smirks) was from the lady bagging in Costco; "What country is that?"

"Scotland."

"Oh."

[Lyle1]

I doubt if anyone would expect to get away with wearing trainers and jeans with a dinner jacket and bow tie to a formal occasion. (I may be wrong)

Unfortunately you are wrong. The dinner jacket or tailcoat with jeans is popular as prom garb, and I have seen adults wearing trainers with a tux!

[Jack Daw]

Male strangers who see me in a kilt in Houston do not express any derogatory remarks to my face, if this is what you mean., even if I am in a pub. If I hear anything, it's from women that like it. But, it is unusual to see someone in a kilt here in the Bayou City.

[chrisupyonder]

Snip: they didn't approve of the cowboy boots, bolos, and hats.

You would get a lot more comments in Scotland wearing that lot

Like "where's ya horse cowboy" and "when's the next stagecoach" (no offence I hope)

I bet you look good though

Chris.

[MacBean]

Altering Rocky's entry slightly...

1. He's a bagpiper
2. He's playing at being Scottish
3. He's "different"

[Calico]

Who the heck cares what some random person thinks of you?

Me.

After the Costa Mesa games I was putting gas in the car and the girl in the car behind me got out and started walking to the cashier and called out "that looks awesome!".

Frankly, I like that. A lot.

Oh, you meant negative thoughts. No, don't care about those.

[Alan H]

Me.

After the Costa Mesa games I was putting gas in the car and the girl in the car behind me got out and started walking to the cashier and called out "that looks awesome!".

Frankly, I like that. A lot.

Oh, you meant negative thoughts. No, don't care about those.

At the airport after Costa Mesa I was standing in line to get something to drink and a guy walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. He said...and I quote. "Thanks. I like that. I like that a LOT."

...and I was all grubby and sweaty from a day of throwing, no less. So, there ya go.