I went into town wearing the kilt today. Picked up a few things I didn't get myself for Christmas, but wanted. It got a lot of looks, too; the kilt, not the things I picked up. Every time I shifted on the train home, the woman (in her 50s) across from me kept trying to look up the kilt. That made me smile. Wonder what she would have done if she had caught sight of the lipstick?*wink* Happy Nude Year!