Kimono Photos are up

I know, we took 2 of the almost-exact-same shot, but dangit, I can't tell which one came out better. So there are both.


Also, my dogs like hamsters. A lot.

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ETA, now that I'm conscious and not running on 4 hours of sleep: You may note the lack of proper zori and tabi in those pics. That's because my car pedals are dirty and tabi are white, and the largest zori size they make is an LL, akin to a US size 8.5-9. I wear a 10, so those torture devices don't go on until I arrive at whatever function it is. If it means I'm the crazy white chick with her kimono hitched up past her knees while she struggles to get too-small footgear on (like yesterday; I think I was the in-house entertainment of the parking lot), so be it. [My teacher says a machine to stretch out the straps exists, but in Japan. Given the black, blue, and inflexibly painful state of my feet yesterday and this morning, that machine needs to go on a vacation in SoCal damn soon.] So, I need a length 1.5" dowel cut to about 6" long and a sock to stuff under those straps while they're in the box, I think.

(If you're kimono-savvy enough, I dare you to tell me, aside from the garish flipflops, what other detail changed among the photos. }:> Kekekeke. )

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I just had the strangest thought. (Well, strange to others, perfectly sensible to me.)

Facial hair on men: I was looking through comments, and someone's icon had an old Hollywood-glam B&W photo of a guy and gal; the guy had a thin moustache, and my brain went on its usual ovulation-time-tangents (read, I think about porn WAY more often than my usual rare-to-never frequency) and tried picturing him naked. I can't do it with the moustache still in place. Conclusion? Men's facial hair is clothing to be removed when getting hot and heavy. (No, I don't mean with a razor, I mean literally, peeled/unzipped/unbuttoned and tossed on the floor with the jeans and leather jacket.)


Brain? You're fired.