Kilt-friendly places?

**Pour1Malt** · 23rd April 06, 01:05 AM

Originally Posted by The Wizard of BC

...greeted with a cup of coffee and even a cookie. ....

och lad! whit arr ya daein?

if ya come tae MY Guest hoose in yur kilt ai'll

han ya a dram o' single malt scotch!

[grumble mode] cafee an coo-kye's... bleedin'ell... [/grumble mode]

an fur less money than a kilt weel cost ya... ya can spen the nicht and I'll cook ya a full Scottish breccy- the morn'

**Southern Breeze** · 23rd April 06, 04:20 AM

Originally Posted by Pour1Malt

och lad! whit arr ya daein?

if ya come tae MY Guest hoose in yur kilt ai'll

han ya a dram o' single malt scotch!

[grumble mode] cafee an coo-kye's... bleedin'ell... [/grumble mode]

an fur less money than a kilt weel cost ya... ya can spen the nicht and I'll cook ya a full Scottish breccy- the morn'

I'm easily swayed by a good meal. I vote we have the 2007 XMarkstheScot.com convention here.

**Pour1Malt** · 23rd April 06, 04:46 AM

ai'd also be willing tae trade Rocky or Steve...

B&B wi' whisky fair yur kilts...

wanna trade?

**Pour1Malt** · 23rd April 06, 07:54 AM

Originally Posted by Southern Breeze

I'm easily swayed by a good meal. I vote we have the 2007 XMarkstheScot.com convention here.

aye- guid idea...

but ai'l hae tae warn ya...

ai hae a tendency o' fillin' a' 'merican guests fou o' single malt whisky...

(fraim my collection)...

a' the afternoon... leavin' a blootered in time fair yur supper....

**NewKilt** · 23rd April 06, 08:15 AM

I live in Jefferson City, Missouri. It's the state capital, but actually a small town (40,000), although you would think it was a city of 100,000 or more because of the capital building and all the state government buildings. I have found it to be very kilt friendly. It's either a non-issue or compliments from both men and women. I wear a kilt full-time and wear it everywhere.

Although a small town, there are 5 colleges and universities within 30 miles of my house, including the University of Missouri, and Westminster College, where Winston Churchill gave his Iron Curtain speach. The area seems to be very culturally diverse, with an overall well educated public. Lincoln University here in Jefferson City started out as an African-American college, but today has a wide cultrural mix with students from all over the world.

The only negative comment I ever recieved was from a teenage boy trying to impress his friend. I have not noticed any other kilt wearers in the area, but that isn't to say that there are none. Overall a great place to live and wear a kilt.

Darrell

**bikeman** · 23rd April 06, 11:29 AM

kilting freindly places i'm in York Pa we have been in the baltimore area a good bit ive been in my 2 kiltmart kilts and my ameri kilt and peopls smile and go on by and Ive shopped in lancaster and reading and only 1 negitive type comment from a kid but I had a older lady complement me .

**Rex_Tremende** · 23rd April 06, 01:25 PM

I live in Cincinnati, Ohio – not a place known for its tolerance of much of anything – but I have to say that the kilt-friendliest places around here happen to be wherever I am in a kilt, or so it seems.

Hello, I’m new to the forum, and a relatively recent kilt convert. Last year, after a female acquaintance observed how I looked in some loose, knee-length denim shorts and boots, and said, “You’d look good in a kilt,” years of curiosity got the better of me. I ordered two UKs that very week, an olive original and black Mocker, on the premise that, if I didn’t like them, I wouldn’t be out a fortune.

OK, so I didn’t like them. I loved ’em. By the end of this year, I will have added four more from various suppliers to my wardrobe, which means that I may wear a kilt whenever I please.

And wherever. Around Cincinnati, here are some of the kilt-friendly places I’ve discovered:

• Eastgate Mall (olive UK, tan flannel button-down, yellow work boots): Young lady sashays up to me out of her group of cohorts, which includes some young men, to say into my ear, “I like your look.” I wonder what conversation followed.

• Spiral Light, bohemian retail store (think rings, batik, and incense) in slightly bohemian neighborhood of Clifton, near the University of Cincinnati (black UK, black turtleneck sweater with olive stripe across the chest, black ankle boots): Clerk behind counter gushes, “Wow, you look great! Very classy!”

• Brontë Café, for Sunday brunch at Joseph-Beth Booksellers in Norwood (olive UK, multi-colored wide plaid – or tartan, I guess – button-down Polo shirt): familiar waitress looks me up and down, gives me a big thumbs-up and says, “Excellent!” Meanwhile, some guy keeps walking by me with an ear-to-ear grin and can’t take his eyes off my hemline, which says all that needs to be said.

• Corner of Sixth and Vine, downtown, later that same day, on my way into the office to do some catch up work: Twenty-something mixed gender couple spots me as we approach, confer with each other, and the young lady says, “We like your outfit,” as we pass. (Thirty yards away, a clutch of inner-city teenage girls giggles and darts nervously between doorways like finches as I pass through.)

• Retail and entertainment complex Newport-on-the-Levee, across the river in Newport, KY (olive UK, tan button-down shirt): At a shoe store, a group of youngsters is inspecting the latest Doc Martin’s when one looks up and says, “I love your kilt.” Later, I’m peripherally aware of heads turning wherever I pass, which could very well mean the king has no clothes after all, but for now, I’ll accept that as admiration and awe.

• Final Friday Gallery Walk at the Pendleton artists’ studios (black UK, emerald green and black seersucker short-sleeve shirt): Seventh floor studio, a patron says, “I like the statement you are making.” Me: “It’s not a statement, it’s clothing.” She: “All clothes are statements.” Me, after a pause, “Yeah, I guess you are right. Thanks.” Fifth floor studio, an attractive couple interrupt their chit-chat so she can turn to me and say, “You know what you are wearing is not normal.” “Which means what?” I ask in deadpan reply. After an epiphanic pause, she says, “Awwriiiight!” and high-fives are exchanged. Fourth floor studio, woman inquires, “Why are you wearing a kilt?” “Because it is comfortable,” I answer, the meaning of which I hope she interprets correctly as, why are you wearing that hideous muumuu? After she leaves, the artist approaches me and asks, “Are you really more comfortable in that?” “Yes,” I say, “it’s really quite breezy, which comes in handy on a day like today.” “I’m jealous,” he says, so I tell him where to get one.

• Shooters, the bar where I do country-western line dancing every week, and the place where my acquaintance gave me the initial encouragement: The first time I walked in wearing the black UK, I got a lot of whoops and hollers, and one friend looked me over and said, “That’s HOT!” It is not unusual to see someone in a kilt here, on average, about once a month or so. Because I also enjoy the cowboy drag, I do not always wear a kilt to dance, but when I do, I have to swat hands away frequently and get a lot of requests to spin fast.

I’ve noticed that the more self-assured I am in my kilt, the more comfortable the people around me seem to be. I’ve been seen by hoi polloi in my UKs in a lot of ordinary places around town, such as the Kroger grocery, Home Depot hardware store, the U-Haul dealer, refueling my car on a busy street, walking my dog, and doing yard work, and reactions have been either positive or neutral, or otherwise kept undisclosed.

Regards,
Rex in Cincinnati