When I first started wearing kilts, I was quite addicted to all the accompanying feelings and would have great anxiety whenever I felt compelled to wear anything else. These days I wear kilts as one of many options (opting for them more often than not when I can), but the kilt compulsion is gone.

Blame Barbara Tewksbury for that.

In part.

I like choices. But Barbara sent me a very nice kilt, and as much as I enjoy all the others, I take the most pleasure in putting on that one, the one that was made for me to my measures, stitch by hand-sewn thousand stitches.

So, yeah, go ahead and plan for that next one, consider a custom "tank," not to ameliorate your feelings of betrayal, but because you do enjoy wearing the kilt and you want to take it to the next level. A lot of people here choose quality over quantity (the few who choose both - Hamish - notwithstanding), or frequency, and that's OK too.

Regards,
Rex

p.s. Don't blame the ticks. I know for a fact that they lay in wait to pounce upon and terrorize anything warm-blooded that happens to cross their paths and they're not particular about fashions.