Beautiful. Gotta admit my envy for your yukata, those are special; they're the only dress a Japanese sumo wrestler is allowed to be seen in public in, and the top-level guys all have expensive ones with various gorgeous designs on them. It's awesome that you have one.
If you want, you can see pictures online of them walking around, getting off the futuristic trains in Tokyo; in their special hairstyle, yukata, and sandals, on the way to fight at the Kokugikan, surrounded by normal commuters. The biggest-time guys go by (often tiny electric) cars, which they're forbidden to drive; but your average second- or third-division rikishi will be on the train, big clutch-bag in hand.
The rose earrings sparked a memory for me. Who had them? Mom, sisters? I touched them without asking I am sure of that. I remember their feel. As the youngest it was my job to search out all treasures and secrets in dresser drawers. At one point, my sister stuck a note that read, “keep your damn nose out.” She obviously meant my brother.
Beautiful. Gotta admit my envy for your yukata, those are special; they're the only dress a Japanese sumo wrestler is allowed to be seen in public in, and the top-level guys all have expensive ones with various gorgeous designs on them. It's awesome that you have one.
I will regard it with new eyes after reading this comment.
LOVE
If you want, you can see pictures online of them walking around, getting off the futuristic trains in Tokyo; in their special hairstyle, yukata, and sandals, on the way to fight at the Kokugikan, surrounded by normal commuters. The biggest-time guys go by (often tiny electric) cars, which they're forbidden to drive; but your average second- or third-division rikishi will be on the train, big clutch-bag in hand.
Imagine that in American sports, lol.
If only!
The rose earrings sparked a memory for me. Who had them? Mom, sisters? I touched them without asking I am sure of that. I remember their feel. As the youngest it was my job to search out all treasures and secrets in dresser drawers. At one point, my sister stuck a note that read, “keep your damn nose out.” She obviously meant my brother.
Sibling stories are the best!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Marianne.