My first kilt was made for me by my mother over 55 years ago. She made two one, for myself and one for my brother. Mine was hunting Stewart my bothers in Royal Stewart. Her intention was we would wear them to church (Kirk). I am sure her choice of tartans was based on what was available to her. I remember being very proud of it. However as with any good Scottish lady would do, she made it a size or two too big so I could grow into it. So she sewed in a pair of red suspenders to keep it from falling over my young boy non-hips. I remember being teased by other boys at our Presbyterian Sunday School because of the suspenders but not because of the kilt.