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We have received numerous requests for tabi socks, so we have produced them.

As the range of sizes is quite broad, it's currently undecided how far we'll go with sizing.

For women's sizes, we're aiming for around 8 sizes, similarly for men's sizes, and children's sizes are yet to be determined.

We're not aiming for the larger EEE sizes commonly available; instead, we're drafting patterns around D to E sizes.

For the metal fasteners (kohaze), we've included 5, but feel free to adjust the number to 3 or 4 as desired.

If you wish to create authentic tabi socks for traditional Japanese attire, please use high-quality thread and materials.

Feel free to create originals with your favorite fabrics or customize them to your liking. We've provided symbols to make the sewing process as easy to follow as possible, so once you get used to it, it should be quite simple.

After printing, paste it according to the pasting line,Cut and use.

The pattern has a seam allowance, so it can be used as is.

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