My neighbor, I call him Mr. Kilty, has a kilt for every occasion. Today he was spotted in his gardening kilt, the heavy canvas one with all the handy pockets.

Not pictured, his casual kicking around the house tartan kilt and the rare formal going out kilt.

I've been living here for a year and a half and have yet to see him in pants. Mr. Kilty, he loves him some kilts.