There is something fantastically mysterious about vintage textiles. Sometimes they retain something of the wearer. Sometimes the wearer is mysteriously absent and only the mystery remains.
While frolicking a few weeks back, in excellent company, in my favourite Japanese textile store I unearthed a mysterious treasure.
Dark steel-blue grey, with long ties, a rigid panel, a fascinating tortoiseshell implement sewn into the inside, and beautiful, beautiful pleats.
Oh the pleats.
I immediately had to try it on to see the possibilities, and a pinafore presented itself.
The garment has been slightly refashioned.
Not knowing its true function and buying it anyway was fun, and even knowing that it may have been a pair of old man’s underpants (because Japanese clothing is so difficult to understand from here) was no deterrant.
It turns out to be Hakama, feels fantastic on – is slightly transparent and needs layers underneath.
Arghhh treasure. 🙂