I had to watch a YouTube video multiple times to figure it out, and it still looks lopsided and sad. The bow is the hardest thing to get right. “It’s not our fault you grow like a weed,” I say, fussing with my bow. Unlike Kitty’s, which hits right at her ankles. The skirt is voluminous, full like a bell, and it falls all the way to the floor. Mine is hot pink with an ivory-white jacket and a long hot-pink bow with flowers embroidered down the front. Margot’s hanbok has a yellow jacket and apple-green skirt. Our grandma bought the hanboks for us the last time she was in Korea. Unconvincingly Daddy says, “They’re supposed to be that way.” “Look at the sleeves! They’re three-quarter length on me!” And me? I’ve got hearts in my eyes and a letter that’s burning a hole in my coat pocket.Īs we’re putting on our shoes, Kitty’s still trying to weasel her way out of wearing a hanbok to Aunt Carrie and Uncle Victor’s. KITTY’S BEEN A LITTLE COMPLAINER all morning, and I suspect both Margot and Daddy are suffering from New Year’s Eve hangovers.
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