A beautiful Saturday morning
So, decided to wear my kilt this morning to the Farmer's Market downtown.
Actually, recruited one of my bandmates (the Drum Sgt.) last night. The local Irish dance school is doing a fund-raiser this morning at the Market, so I suggested to him last night that we show up kilted this morning, sort of "window dressing" -- maybe booth dressing(?) Ken and I both dance with the adult Irish ceili dancing group, although my right knee prevents me from dancing as much as I once did. So in support of "a' things Celtic" we showed up this morning. The parents and the teacher were appreciative of our efforts on their behalf, and we did manage to help slow down some folks who might otherwise have walked right by the baked goods and other wares.
At one point in time, Ken and I were comparing notes on the size of our sporrans (yes, we were talking sporrans). A middle-aged woman said that maybe our conversation wasn't appropriate, but stated that in a something of a kidding fashion. She then proceeded to inform us that she considered men in kilts to be "sexy," at which point in time Ken and I both thanked her. Several other favorable comments and a couple of inquisitive dogs' cold noses later (only about the kneecaps, thank goodness) we actually felt we were well ahead in the game. A woman approached us about having the band play at a homecoming for a soldier returning from Iraq in a couple of weeks.
Ken wears his family tartan. Today, I kilted up in my Paisley District tartan, and had several "nice tartan" comments from passersby.
And the feeling was quite liberating, I must say. Haven't had a kilt on in public since the week after the 4th of July, so . . .
Originally Posted by MacConnachie
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