For years I’ve attended the Cherry Blossom Festival at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden,and it’s always cracked me up how stunned the Japanese tourists are to see me there…in a kimono…. One year as I was walking along one of the gravel paths surrounding the Tea House Lake, I suddenly heard rapid footsteps behind me. It was an entire film crew from a Japanese Tv station there to see the festival, and they begged me to stop and explain why I was wearing a Kimono…I thought the poor guy would fall into the lake when I told him I’d been born in Okinawa (my Dad was stationed there at the time), and that the outfit was my own creation(see the bottom photo)….
This year I was literally attacked by the woman in the purple kimono who demanded I take photos with her and her friends; she even insisted one of them hold my yellow parasol to balance the picture. Frankly I was afraid she was going to run off with it.