Only I started having second thoughts, weirdly enough, on that long plane ride home. I still don't know why, but the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to sell poor Eriko. And so when the DoA buyer PMmed me today with one of the classic DoA buyer reasons for backing out ("er, I need the money for something else, haha"), not only was I not annoyed, I didn't even bother to note the unwisdom of her posting a WTB without having the money in hand.
Because, see, my subconscious had started to figure out who Eriko is. And this evening, the last pieces clicked into place. Thanks to a very vintagey dress and wig that I snagged from a friend's FS pile, plus a prop that I spotted in Kichijoji Station, we now have . . .
Maeda Eriko-san, from some hick village full of rice farmers, who in the spring of 1952 puts on her new Western-style dress (made over from her grandmother's second-best kimono), gathers up her umbrella and her wicker suitcase and her bento full of home cooking, and gets on the train for the big city. She's going to study English literature at Jissen Women's University--not the best in Tokyo (that would probably be Tsuda, for women), but it's still quite an achievement. She's worried that the city girls will make fun of her country accent and her farmer's muscles, but at least Great-Aunt Fumie nagged her to keep her skin white, like a lady's.
What Eriko-san has to do with any of the rest of my crew, I have no idea, but she looks so right in her postwar summer dress that I'm not going to argue with her. I'm just going to hunt for more New Look dresses that might have been made from old kimono fabric.
Now I can go to sleep.