Fast forward to the week before I'd take a train to the capital before changing at Kings Cross (reportedly one of our busiest stations) for another connection. My friend said her male friend would be joining us for a food festival on the Saturday that we would be attending, so I was gutted inside. I am not at the stage to say, fk it and wear it anyway, so my kilted adventure was off, or was it? The weather all week was scorching hot in the UK, we don't say that often, I was in good spirits and looking forward to a weekend away with friends who I hadn't seen in a while.
Packing on the Thursday I put things together. Socks-check, underwear-check, bodycon dress-check, T-shirts-check, cool camouflage kilt-Check, check,CHECK!
I just had to bring it. I'd be jumping on a train after work on the Friday, changing trains, then my girlie buddy picking me up at the station. I wanted to surprise her, more so surprise myself. I knew if I brought the kilt, an opportunity might present itself. By the time I finished work, all hot and sweaty in trousers and a shirt, I had ideas in mind. I boarded my first train, located a seat opposite the toilet and immediately changed. The vast difference in freedom and heat reduction that the kilt brought, plus the giddy feeling I had as I exited the toilet like Superman in different clothes, bought a smile to my face. I changed in public, I was having fun, I felt comfortable and I was wearing a kilt locally. First stage accomplished, now to navigate Kings Cross station and trains at rush hour!!! My head was held high, this was fun! I really enjoyed the feeling, the freedom, the coolness of how I looked, plus the feeling of FU to society and how they might say we should dress. The reality is not many looked and I was having too much fun to worry about that anyway. As I exited St Pancras for KC, the sun hit me and a nice gust of air confirmed my choice of attire was exactly right and I was loving every minute of wearing it. I picked up a coffee, not rushing to pay or sheepishly exit the cafe, and just smiled, took my time, and breathed - I was totally relaxed.
The 2nd train was jam packed and roasting hot, further evidence that my choice of clothes were spot on for the day. I donned an Aussie style hiker hat and pulled my socks up to meet my friend and her smile showed she loved me in a kilt. We stopped off at the supermarket, more public kilting and more fun. The kilt stayed on all night, especially as I'd be answering the door to another friend who said I 'rocked it', and a damn good time was had by all.
I didn't wear it on the Saturday, a future hurdle to cross I guess, but I didn't need to. I had my Friday being kilted in public and among friends. The moral of my long story is to get over any disappointment, re-write your rule book, move the goal posts, and do it anyway!
