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another in the Random Scenes from Osaka!
While my beloved Shechem and I are roaming downtown Osaka (after discovering that the sex toy store no longer exists), we see a manniquin, wearing a picture-perfect Gothic Lolita dress, in front of a flight of stairs. I squeal with glee, we pelt up the stairs. The top of the stairs lets us out into ...
a hip hop clothing store.
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We look around, obviously confused. The counter staff take pity on the perplexed tourists and point around a corner while saying "upstairs".
Up another narrow flight of stairs we go, ending up in a store no bigger than my living room; completely lined in ruched red velvet, and filled with the most exquisite Gothic Lolita clothes I've seen. The little *tiny* girl working there (in head-to-toe black velvet & lace) stares at us with wide eyes as we start pawing through the racks.
Velvet! Taffeta! Lace! All beautifully made and well-constructed! Ruffly skirts with matching fitted jackets!
...
Nothing that will go past our upper arms.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
I end up buying 2 ruffly lace headbands, and a black velvet & lace capelet. None of these items, you will note, need to fit snugly across the bust, waist, or hips.
After the verrrrrrry nervous girl rings up my purchases, I pull out the camera and pantomime at her. She nods her head "yes", with "humor the crazy tourist" written across her face.
Afterwards, we teeter back down the stairs and onto the street.
While my beloved Shechem and I are roaming downtown Osaka (after discovering that the sex toy store no longer exists), we see a manniquin, wearing a picture-perfect Gothic Lolita dress, in front of a flight of stairs. I squeal with glee, we pelt up the stairs. The top of the stairs lets us out into ...
a hip hop clothing store.
blink
We look around, obviously confused. The counter staff take pity on the perplexed tourists and point around a corner while saying "upstairs".
Up another narrow flight of stairs we go, ending up in a store no bigger than my living room; completely lined in ruched red velvet, and filled with the most exquisite Gothic Lolita clothes I've seen. The little *tiny* girl working there (in head-to-toe black velvet & lace) stares at us with wide eyes as we start pawing through the racks.
Velvet! Taffeta! Lace! All beautifully made and well-constructed! Ruffly skirts with matching fitted jackets!
...
Nothing that will go past our upper arms.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
I end up buying 2 ruffly lace headbands, and a black velvet & lace capelet. None of these items, you will note, need to fit snugly across the bust, waist, or hips.
After the verrrrrrry nervous girl rings up my purchases, I pull out the camera and pantomime at her. She nods her head "yes", with "humor the crazy tourist" written across her face.
Afterwards, we teeter back down the stairs and onto the street.