I wore my new kilt to work last Friday.
One of my co-workers looked at me and said, "Omigod, I have never
seen you show that much leg before!"
Yeah, that's why the next SportKilt I order, I'm taking advantage of their "We can make your kilt a custom length, just let us know!" policy and getting it longer.
It's funny — despite bearing a strong functional resemblance to a prude when it comes to my own clothing, I'm totally comfortable with situationally-appropriate nudity. Take a shower at Burning Man on the shower platform in the middle of Camp Bhutan in front of god and everybody who might walk past (event population about 20,000 at that point, IIRC)? No problem.
But wearing a skirt that hits four inches above my knee where the hem keeps trying to creep up to five inches above the knee? Problem.
Aside from the kilt (which I was wearing bike shorts under), I pretty much haven't worn a skirt since being bike-mobile, since my preference for long skirts doesn't work well with biking. Gotta figure that out better.