I asked my Japan group if anyone had experience seeing the kimono market here in the US – if they knew if people were interested and, if so, how much interested in terms of cost.
One person immediately sent me a message to let me know that – no, she didn’t seem to have any knowledge to offer – she, herself, was interested in buying one or two of my kimono.
Not quite was I was aiming to find, but okay. I accepted fate’s offer.
She came by the house this evening to see the ones I had already set aside as ones I didn’t need to keep anymore. She ended up picking out two kimono, plus an obi (the belt sash) and a haori (the short wintertime jacket that goes on top of kimono). I still haven’t taken a photo of all my kimono together, so we agreed that I would aim to do my photo this weekend, weather willing, and then she could come get them next week and pay me then.
Now, the amount she is paying is quite fair for me. And they are truly kimono that I was not at all going to use for myself.
And yet… I am sad to know that they are going away, that they won’t be mine any longer and that I will not see them anymore. Even if they are slightly ugly colors (both for my complexion and objectively so)… I feel a sense of loss and sadness for that loss.
I really need to find out if I’m going to do a booth to dress people at the festival this year for photos. If so, it’s well worth keeping the rest. If not, then it will be time to let go of the excess. But I have a major sense of FOMO around not being able to do that booth, if I sell them instead.
Okay, determined. I must find the cost of the booth, then I will be able to see my next step clearly.
Thank you for bag clarity, brain.
Thank you, God, for this opportunity. Please, keep my husband safe and well. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
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