What got me to become kilted was the fact I was always interested in them ever since I can remember. Afraid to get one because I had no patience in wanting to learn the bagpipes, how foolish of me to think that anyone would wear one except for piping.

When puberty came into my life I heard the term sexy in relation to a man in a kilt. I was hooked. But still not into wanting to learn the pipes (still foolish in my thinking) I went on.

In the 70's I saw the movie The Wicker Man, and saw a lot of guys walking around kilted and thought that was cool. But that was in Scotland not where I live, so I still could not resolve that I could be kilted in every day life, even though I liked the term sexy of a man in a kilt.

Life moved on and I still loved the kilt but the patience (or lack thereof) of learning the pipes kept haunting me. I didn't live in Scotland so kilts were an oddity where I was, how foolish of me.

It was then about 1999 when I saw a picture that I really fell in love with, it was a man in a Co Fermanagh kilt. I can trace my lineage to Co Fermanagh, so I thought to myself that I could live with that. Two years later I purchased the Co Fermanagh kilt and wore it only for special events, but I noticed how comfortable wearing a kilt is, and decided to expand, and without reservations I can get a thrill when someone says look at that sexy guy in a kilt, and I still do not know how to play the pipes.