hanbok

I think it may have started a year ago...I started telling my mom I wanted to wear a hanbok (traditional Korean dress) She rolled her eyes at me and reminded me of how much I used to abhor wearing them on New Years Day when my grandmother would send me and my sister new ones every year, different colors and patterns. The fabric was rough in different parts on my legs and sometimes they'd get so tight that I'd have trouble breathing. And it got so hot too, so many layers. But once my grandmother stopped sending them to us because we started complaining and we were growing too quickly, I started missing them. It's one part of Korean culture I especially love. They are so beautiful, so vibrant and even though the structure of the dress is simple, each hanbok looks so different according to color and design. They're equally elegant too, not revealing or form fitting (in true respectful Korean fashion) but still beautiful. The last time I wore a hanbok was for my 거문고 (guh-mun-go: traditional Korean instrument) concert around six years ago.. Imagine when people were wearing these everyday, everywhere. Ahhh! I can't wait till my next hanbok....