One of my lovely readers ‘C’ in Los Angeles left a
comment on Janice’s fabulous blog The Vivienne Files when she won a bracelet
giveaway recently. C and I converse via
email from time to time so I told her how much I loved what she’d said in the
Vivienne Files comment (below) the next time we communicated:
'I thank my late
mother for instilling in me colors that are "still" and
"unobtrusive" ---"shibui" in Japanese.'
I thought these words so beautiful and almost shimmering
with calm, that I asked if C would mind sharing a few thoughts about her
Japanese mother. She graciously wrote a
sweet piece which I am so happy to share with you.
‘When I was about four
years old, my older sister, a whopping two years older than me, one day looked
at me and pronounced “your clothes aren’t ‘kordinated’.” Stymied, I asked what
she meant. “Your clothes don’t match!” she laughed. Defensively, I replied
“they are my very best favorite clothes and I don’t care if they don’t match!”
I was wearing pink
elastic waist shorts with white polka dots, with my absolute favorite
horizontally striped tee shirt—white, turquoise, black and maroon. Since
then, I have been the recipient of advice and good-natured criticism of three
older sisters. To no avail. But, by example, I hope I have, through some kind
of fashion osmosis picked up some fashion sense from my mother, born and raised
in Fukuoka, Japan.
My mother’s family
lived atop a hill in a bamboo grove, reached by a dirt path in those days,
unlit of course. In the fall, the dense foliage was broken by the brilliant
beacon of persimmons shining through the foliage of the hill. In the spring,
cherry blossoms peeked cheerily here and there.
Surrounded as she was
by nature, it was no wonder her entire lifestyle was imbued with a sense of
serenity and nature. The word she used was “shizen” which connotes so
much more than “nature” – more like “naturally occurring.”
Even when she moved
(permanently, to her chagrin) to Southern California, she retained that sense
of serenity in her clothing and surroundings. Not for her the bright and
garishly happy colors of her adopted country. Perhaps by clinging to her innate
sense of solemnity and subdued colors, she was, however tenuously, clinging
also to her homeland, which she would visit more often in her mind than in
reality.’
‘The Interview’
I also asked C a few questions about her late mother and she
was kind enough to answer them. I think
Japanese women are so different from other cultures. They seem very soft and feminine yet strong
in their way of being, and I love the elegant simplicity of the Japanese way of
life.
What colours do you
consider to be ‘still’ and ‘unobtrusive’?
Colors I consider
still/unobtrusive are muted and "non-flashy". I don't mean to imply "dull," but
more of an understated presence, like gray, navy and earth tones including the
more substantial shades of brown and green.
What colours did your
mother favour?
Colors my mother
favored include deep, rich purple ("murasaki"); subdued yet cheery
pink; and her favorite lucky color for Las Vegas: sunny yellow!
What percentage do
you think you are US versus Japanese in the way you live and dress?
My sister claims I
have through the years become more Americanized, but have still retained the
"Japanese-isms" instilled in me by both parents.
Have you carried any
Japanese traditions forward into your daily life from your mother?
Japanese traditions I
still retain: taking my shoes off upon entering a home; saying
"itadakimasu" before partaking of a meal. This is not really a prayer, more of a
"thank you for the food" but literally meaning "I will
eat"; listening more than speaking, but I am not sure if this is a
Japanese thing, or more that my mother did not speak English, so was of course
limited in that way. I could go on and on - how I still eat
"ozoni" (rice cake in broth
traditionally eaten on New Year's morning for good luck). I still complain to
my sister that I am waiting in vain for that good luck, and she replies with
her usual "Yes, but just think how your luck might be if you DIDN"T
eat it!" Ever sensible.
I can imagine your
mother being very elegant, soft and feminine in the way she moved. Was this true? Do you think this has influenced how you
carry yourself?
Not sure if I would
have described my mother as soft and feminine. On her mother's side she was of
samurai descent, so she was, I would say, elegant and refined but with a spine
made of steel and a will made of iron. Always reserved, always quiet and
subdued, she taught by action rather than word. She was of a rare and
disappearing breed. The poor remnants of which I carry on, but not nearly in
the understated magnificence that was her essence.
I loved hearing your answers C, and reading the piece on
your mother too. It was a treat to get
to know your mother and your Japanese heritage.
Thank you very, very much for being so obliging.
To my dear readers, I hope you enjoyed this post too!
I loved this interview!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post Fiona. C's mother sounds exactly as I would imagine - strong but elegant! I think i am going to imagine myself as a japanese woman tomorrow gliding through my day :)
ReplyDeleteLovely interview! I have always been intrigued by the Japanese culture. :)
ReplyDeletewhat a fascinating peek into japanese culture. thank you so much for sharing C! and thank you fiona. x
ReplyDeleteThank you Fiona, This post is wonderful. Along with being in love with France I am also in love with Japan. My mother is also Japanese and has also greatly influenced me in traditional Japanese aesthetics and lifestyle. Simplicity, respect, and quiet elegance is my goal. Also, quality over quantity, I could go on and on... So much of French and Japanese culture parallel each other in this sense.
ReplyDeleteWhen I have to remind myself to be polite, well-mannered (respectful), and patient, I am immediately reminded of Japan where it is permeates the culture there.
xx, D.
Thank you all for your kind words, my mother would have been so pleased that something of her essence has reached out and touched your lives. Each time I am able to gaze at the riveting sunsets with skies streaked with orange, purple, and gold, I hold Gino Starlite (one of my cats) in my arms and we send our love and greetings out to my mother, secure in the knowledge that somewhere out there, she is looking out for us, and for you all too. When I feel a cool breeze in return, I know she is there. Again, sincere thanks!
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