My wife and son and I were visiting my inlaws in Bremerton, WA over the past week (we just got back yesterday) and I was kilted ALMOST the entire time, swapping between my khaki UK original and my Kiltstore casual Clark Ancient. The exception was when I was helping my father-in-law put in a boat he'd built for the first time, and I wore shorts since I didn't want to sink in a kilt and ruin it (it didn't sink, but better safe than sorry).

My mother-in-law really likes the kilt thing - she's gotten me a pair of kilt hose and says she's looking for a pair of Argyle ones for me, while my father-in-law thinks I'm a bit nuts (though he admires me wearing what I like and damn the consequences, I think).

For the most part, reception was about what I'd experienced in my home in Ohio, mostly ignoring me... a few folks said nice kilt or asked me about it a bit.

BUT... If you ever feel a desire to be roundly admired and set upon by the locals for your kilt-wearing, go to St. Paul's Episcopal Church in Bremerton, WA. During the kiss of peace (I use a lot of Catholic terms since I was raised Catholic but go to Episcopal services with my wife) several people came over to say hello and to comment on the kilt. One lady even told me that she loved the kilt since she was Scottish, but that the Ellis Island folks had misspelled their family name "Laird" as "Leird." A couple of the lay ministers came over, too, one admiring the kilt and the other saying "Welcome to St. Paul's, laddie!"

The best reaction, though, was from the pastor. This is a guy who wears Birkenstocks under his robes, and he came over at that point and smiles and says "DUDE! Nice kilt!"

So, my first kilted religious experience (ACTUALLY religious, that is... not just metaphorically) was definitely a positive one. And this was at the early morning gray-hair service, too. Can't imagine how it might have been at the high service with younger folks there.