Rest in peace, Striped Kosode Of Unknown Fiber Content.

It was so perfect - horizontal stripes in two shades of rusty brown, navy and white. Except it wasn't, being a find on an unmarked bolt. It felt like it could be rayon, but who knows. It has not worn well. It keeps tearing on the weft, most notably under the arms, usually because the amount of "tension" caused by me raising an arm while the fabric is trapped by my obi is too much for it.

I had some scraps left. I patched it. Each time I patched it and wore it out to an event, it would just tear in a new spot. It happened again Saturday.

I really liked this kosode: it was comfortable and easy to wear - aside from the tearing bit - and very 16th c. townie.

Sigh.

Bonus random driveby tanka. (I don't know why I'm in the mood to write 'em, I just am.)

There will be no glimpse
Of a sake cup moon in
The sky tonight.
The fading light is cool, grey
And soft rain drips from the eaves.