Hoch aye -- the little kilt (the philibeg) runs about eight yards of fabric for an adult wearer. The great kilt, or belted plaid, is rather shorter at six yards of full-width tartan -- and is quite voluminous enough at six yards. It's the only tablecloth-cum-bedroll a man can wear all day and look good in, and throw over his head in the case of a sudden shower! The ends of the thing after you've pinned the front and back together with that big brooch, once tucked into the belt, make pockets as numerous as they are voluminous. The oddest thing I've ever carried there was a kitten. Kiltwearers also end up appreciating what the womenfolks go through -- they speedily learn the one-handed skirt-sweep as they go to sit on chilly metal folding chairs.

Women DO pay attention to you in a kilt. I think it gives them lubricious thoughts, speculating on "What would happen if I put my hand right... there?" Beyond the usual quip about "There's naething worn under the kilt, lass; it's a' in perfect working order..."