Just before lunch I changed into my new kilt and gubbins for the first time. It certainly felt different to the "kilt" supplied with the highland costume especially its weight and the way the sporran weighed on the front. Still, it wasn’t uncomfortable and, as it fastens around the stomach rather than the hips, acts as sort of corset. Maybe I just had it a little too tight.
Again, it was a little disconcerting to begin with but that soon faded.
Anyway, I toddled over to the University Club for lunch and the regular Tuesday game of Mahjongg. The women who serve the food, who I often banter with, seemed quite amused by the kilt so I took the opportunity to publicise the sponsorship by giving them a slip of paper with the details on.
Sitting down with such a voluminous (8 yard) kilt is interesting in a canteen chair with arms. They’re just not designed to cope with so much material.
At about half one Jeremy and I walked back to the green outside the University Museum for the photo shoot. There we met up with Cheryl and Maria who were eager to see the outfit. Many photos were taken, including the following one (the composition of which I tried to describe to Jeremy):
It was interesting the reaction I got from passers by. There were three, the "S.E.P" field, the quick look and move on and (on the green) the tourists for whom it seemed to make there day. Oh, and then there were Cheryl and Maria’s reactions, which were most positive.
There was one exception to all this positivity. My colleague wouldn’t even look at me and seemed highly uncomfortable when I got back to the office and asked her what she thought. She hastily beat an exit from the room. A very strange reaction indeed. She seemed fine later, after I’d changed back into my trousers. This does concern me as I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable, then again it’s not her place to tell me what I can and can’t wear as she would rightfully object if I did the same to her. Tricky.