I was born in a kokeshi country, a country where kokeshis are in everyone’s house. I have a fond memory of kokeshis. When I was a child, I used my sticky hands and grabbed my kokeshi’s head and rubbed her head onto the tatami mat. Whether the kokeshi was happy or not, it’s my first memory of playing with my kokeshi ♡

Sadly, I don’t have that one anymore, but I have other kokeshis instead. Her face looked like this. This sweet smiley kokeshi also has a skill which is scratching someone’s itchy back ♡