Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a furrier in Miura is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with all the fresh fish? Yeah, that place. I’m just minding my own business, lookin’ for some inspiration for my next fur piece, when BAM! A seagull swoops down and snatches my onigiri right outta my hand! Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my breakfast, and this feathered thief decides I’m a buffet. I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird flies off like it just won the lottery. Ugh, so annoying!
Anyway, I shake it off and head to my shop on Shinjuku Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? I’ve got my sewing machine, rolls of fur, and a million ideas bouncing around in my head. But today? Today was different. I get there, and my assistant, Yuki, is like, “Dude, we got a problem.” Oh great, what now? Turns out, the shipment of mink I ordered from Hokkaido got delayed. Like, come on! I need that stuff for a custom order.
So, I’m pacing around, trying to figure out how to break the news to my client. This guy, Mr. Tanaka, is a big deal. He’s got connections, and I can’t afford to mess this up. I’m sweating bullets, thinking about how I’m gonna explain this. But then, Yuki has this wild idea. “Why not use some of the leftover fox fur?” she says. I’m like, “Are you nuts? That’s not what he ordered!” But then I think, “What the heck, let’s roll with it.”
I whip up this crazy design, and honestly, it turns out better than I expected. I’m feeling all proud and stuff, like I’m some kind of fur Picasso. I rush over to Mr. Tanaka’s office on Miura’s main street, heart racing. I’m ready to face the music.
When I get there, he’s all smiles. I show him the new design, and his eyes light up. “This is amazing!” he says. I’m like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there.” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his recent trip to the Miura Peninsula. He raves about the views from Cape Manazuru. I’m just nodding along, but inside, I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just here to sell fur, not hear about your vacation.”
After that, I head back to the shop, feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie. I finally make it back, drenched but alive.
Later, I decide to treat myself. I hit up this little ramen joint on Kōen-dōri. Best decision ever! I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like a warm hug in a bowl. I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Miura, how it used to be a fishing village. I’m half-listening, half-trying to enjoy my food, but he’s so passionate, I can’t help but get into it.
By the time I leave, I’m full and happy. I stroll back to my shop, thinking about how wild today was. From seagull attacks to fashion miracles, Miura never fails to surprise me. I plop down in my chair, exhausted but satisfied.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy, emotional ride in Miura. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!