Skip to main content


Theme Music for this post: Sunlight Through a Feather by 2002

The Kappogi is a traditional Japanese gown or apron worn by Japanese mama-sans. It was originally worn to protect the kimono from staining when cooking or preparing meals, is now worn with modern attire. The Kappogi is ORIGINALLY a Japanese gown and is essentially the most recognized symbol of the Japanese mom in all of Asia.

The first time I saw one of these gowns was on a gorgeous forty year old Japanese woman. She was organizing lunch for the both of us. She was looking exceptionally radiant that afternoon in her all white kappogi. The vivid golden sunshine was literally pouring into the kitchen that afternoon, which only added to the detail in her gown. There was something about her fair skin, black hair, and skirt that collaged so naturally and so fluidly with the sun's energy. It was a lovely sight. The hot energy in the air, her smile, her bouquet. The smell of onigiri and green tea was lovely.

No blog on Japan would be complete without talking about a traditional piece of gown. This is the first entry I have made on Japanese gowns and won't be the last. In the above picture the lady is wearing a light green kimono whereas in modern day society Japanese women may wear either a skirt, gown or nothing at all if you are lucky. Some women still adorn the light kimono as an undergarment, though. The Kappogi comes in a variety of different colors and patterns, but the best ones are those that are white and simple. Simple is best. Unlike the picture, most momma-sans will wear no tabi, and probably no socks either. In the picture you see the Kappogi in its original form.


  1. I can't believe this woman is already in her 40ies, she looks much younger!
    And, of course, the next will be an naked apron pic of a curvaceous Japanese beauty, right :D

  2. You are reading my mind....hahaha...thanks for commenting.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Shin-Okubo: Little Korea

So I finally got around to going up there to Shin-Okubo,  the land of Seoul via the Yamanote Line.  Been putting this trip off for years for personal reasons;  I am not a fan of Hanlleyu.      I knew why I came up this way, and for none other reason than the food, and maybe to bask in the nausea of Korean romanticist who steal Japanese Jukujo's souls.    But honestly, I like spicy food and stews and pickled vegetables that challenge my taste buds.    I also love the little funky cafes that line the main thoroughfares and alley ways, each with their own little eclectic menus and interior decor.     This place is Korea.  

Shin-Okuba represents more than just a place to relish in Korean culinary delights and K-pop culture, but a place where Koreans can express themselves through their culture.    You can feel the local vibe in the air as you're walking down narrow walkways and footpaths.    I have personally been to mainland Korea six times, so a lot of the nostalgia was there …

August: The Return of Souls

August is peak summer season in Japan.  We can look forward to some of the most spectacular fireworks displays and festivals in the world, especially  in places like Tohoku and Kanto regions.  August is also  the most contentious month of the year in Japan; with the end of the war and war-related guilt.    Then there's the great exodus back home for millions of Japanese.   Obon season is what it's called in Japan, and it's  where families return to their hometowns to remember their ancestors and to spend time with loved ones.  Gravestones are visited, cleaned, and washed; rice or alcohol is often placed on  miniature altars next to a  headstone.  This is a way for Japanese to reconnect with their roots; a way for them to stay grounded and founded in the ways of tradition and cultural protocol.   

For the foreign tourist, some places will be overcrowded and expensive to reach; for Japanese, this is normal and can't be helped.   Wherever you go there will be lines and h…

For the Glory of Sake

For the Glory of Sake

Couldn't help but notice the snarky remark the Japanese guy made sitting next to me on my left.  " like Japanese sake.   This is a Japanese drink.  I like I like" he chided in Japanese English.  He attempted to rest his hand on my balls, but I slapped it away.  "No shit, then why are you drinking two fingers Jack-n-Coke" I retorted.   
I was requested to come and have a sit and drink lesson by the owner of the bar, who in turn introduced me to this drunk S.O.B.  And for a nominal fee I had to grit and bear the sickness of sitting next to a stinky salary man with a Black penis fetish for several hours while appearing like I was having the time of my life.  I didn't want to ruin it for my Jukujo matron and patron, so I behaved.  
I haven't been to a Japanese shrine in a while, but whenever I go I always pray and thank the Gods for the Japanese Jukujo.  I thank them for delivering me from the scourge of silly little she-men w…