When I lived in Japan, I used to go to recycle stores a lot. Recycle stores are awesome places where people sell their goods- which are generally in really good condition and are sometimes brand new- so that they can find new homes. My recycle store purchases included (but were in no way limited to) a toaster, a PS2, a giant tv, a Polaroid 6000 camera, and an ancient but beautiful kimono that I got for the equivalent of about R100 (about $10).
I had all these plans for my kimono. I would wear them to fancy occasions. I would wear them to fancy-dress parties. I would hang it on a wall. Sadly, reality laughed in my face, like the bitch she is. I wore it exactly once in 7 years, and have never found a wall suitable or large enough to mount it. So, I decided to commit the ultimate sacrilege: I would rip it apart and use the fabric to make a dress, so I could at least enjoy wearing it a few times a year. Continue reading