At the last competition of last season, my band kilt was rather on the tight side. Six months and -40 pounds later, it's rather on the loose side.
At times like this, it has been pointed out that the 'clown rule' applies: that it is liberating the first time your trousers fall down. However, I suspect this may not be true of a Scotsman in a kilt. I have a certain mystique to maintain, after all.
(Fortunately, my own kilt fits rather better. It was tailored specifically to me, and although it is now looser than it was, it can still be tightened.)
#10: "The Lords of the North" by Bernard Cornwell