The other day my 16-year-old niece, Flower Bud, asked me if I wanted to sit down and have a cup of tea with her. I couldn't refuse her kindness.
After tipping her cup to drink the last drop she suddenly rose and to my utter shock and embarrassment she was wearing nothing below her waist but a pair of pink underpants. Unable to bear the sight, I quickly covered my eyes with the palm of my hand.
"What are you doing?" she queried.
"You're standing there in your skivvies. I can't look," I uttered in total disbelief of what I had just witnessed.
"They aren't underpants!!! They're pants!!!!" she protested vehemently before storming out of the room.
Then I suddenly experienced something like deja vu. I had the distinct feeling I had seen those pants before. Where could it have been I wondered. Then it hit me.
"Those are the same pants Uncle Pinky wears," I cried out.
I had seen them covering the bottom of Uncle Pinky, a local middle-aged male resident widely known for his shocking pink attire (click on Uncle Pinky and you'll get the picture).
In a flash Flower Bud had returned after undergoing what can only be described as a complete wardrobe metamorphosis. I still don't get the whole couture picture but when it comes to Japanese threads I guess that's the long and short of it.
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