Old Valentines: Orange Kimono When the girl turned 18, her grandmother decided to buy her a lovely pastel kimono so that she could attract a doctor or perhaps a rich lawyer.
The girl was wise to her grandmother's plans and instead selected a swatch of orange silk from the dress maker's display. The fiery color was a simple promise that she would be no one's arranged bride.
Years later she wore the kimono for the first time. She was reminded, not of her rebellious youth, but instead of her grandmother's kindness.