A few years ago, the lightbulb went off in my head.

I was in Scotland, on the isle of Mull doing some hiking. Not in a kilt. When I got back to the B&B, I was soaked from the head down from the rain, and from the feet up from the heather and dew. It was obvious as to why the kilt was made the way it was and that I needed one.

A few years after that, my wife and I were at an opening ceremony in the Pacific Northwest. It was cold, rainy and windy. I choose to wear my great kilt, for whatever reason. Glad I did. After about an hour, most everyone had left. I had the top part of my kilt wrapped around me and my wife, all snug!

I've spent a lot of time in the wet with a kilt. Being a piper, many times moving out of the rain isn't an option.

Most of the time, I get home, lay the kilt out flat, such as a spare bed with towels under it or along an ironing board, and let it dry overnight. It's always been just fine.

YMMV, but this is what I do.

T.