Congratulations. Beware that there are actually two levels of kiltaddiction. You are at the beginning of the first stage, the "Oh, I'll just wear it around the house abit, maybe outside once or twice" stage. Then you will believe that you can keep a handle on this addiction, even going so far as wearing it out of the house more often as you deludedly think that you are in control. Then you will succumb to the second and by far, more dangerous level: Tank. Once you go wool there is no going back. I started this last year with a SportKilt and no sense of style. My early forrays out and about left many choking on their water as I passed, but I held my head up high as I "knew" that I was doing it right. Now I have two sporties and a tank, different sporrans and hose and can easily shift from mucking about to a semi-formal night out. My awareness of dress has changed a bit and I realize that I actually know quite abit more about being kilted than I did those few months ago...