Sugar and spice and all things nice! This post is for you
girls out there.
Let's talk clothes! First of all, the Japanese are very
conservative. There seems to be a kind of uniform worn by office workers and
store assistants and it's typically some form of black suit, be it pants or
skirt, and white shirt. The clothes are all impeccable and fit their slim
builds beautifully. Even the school children in their uniforms are clean and
neat as a pin, not to mention polite and well behaved. I'm sure there are
exceptions but I haven't seen any.
For those not in 'uniform' the word 'conservative' also
applies. The colours are muted and bland with the most popular garment being
the beige trench coat. Those of you who know me may remember that I like bold
colours and unusual designs, as a consequence of which I'm drawing a bit more
attention than I would wish.
Shopping is disappointing for people like me who want to
buy uniquely Japanese products. The products are mostly imports and prices very
high. But even the imports of the big labels tend to be bland and
uninteresting, probably because that's what the market here dictates.
So I've given up on shopping except, of course, for
ikebana containers. But here lies another problem - that of weight. I'm looking
into freight costs before I splurge on more unnecessary but much wanted
containers.
Enough about shopping. Let me tell you about my first
hairdressing 'Experience' here. Shortly after Sam left, I ventured out on my
own, found the Takashimaia department store, went to the 12th floor and found
the hairdressing salon. In my very broken Japanese, I made an appointment for a
fortnight later.
By the time the date arrived I was a lot more comfortable
in getting around, so I made my way there with ease. I was taken into a cubicle
where a gown was ripped out of its plastic covering and given to me to wear. My
bag and earrings were put in a locker and the key given to me.
I was taken to a chair and was met with a young man
(Shigenobu san) with no English at all and I had to make him understand what I
wanted. I have to confess here that I am a dreadful creature of habit, as is
evidenced by the fact that I have had the same hairdresser for over 30 years.
So I was filled with trepidation but my consolation was that no matter how bad
it's cut, hair does grow back.
My hair was to be wet, cut and then shampooed. The chair
at the basin reclined and supported my neck perfectly. With my hair wet, I was
shown to another chair where the cutting was to take place. Shigenobu san
looked carefully at my hair and, as he started to cut, he turned into Edward
Scissorhands! There were hands and combs and scissors flying all over the
place. I've never seen anyone cut so fast. I was terrified and kept my eyes
closed, peeking every so often to make sure I still had hair.
He finished in less than half the time it takes my
hairdresser to cut my hair and, I need not have worried, because he did a
beautiful job.
Then he guided me back to the basin and introduced me to
a young lady who, not only washed and conditioned my hair but also gave me a
head massage and finished off with a hot towel under my neck while she gently
dried my hair. Ahhhhhh.
So then I was taken to a different chair for blow drying
and finishing but before Shigenobu san came back she asked me if it was ok for
her to massage my shoulders and neck. I wondered if anyone ever said no to that
question. Certainly I didn't. After about 10 minutes of bliss my young man came
back and finished my hair.
After all of this attention I expected the cost to be
high but was pleasantly surprised at how reasonable it was. I am willing my
hair to grow back quickly so I can go back.
This morning I stumbled across a quilting exhibition in
the Park Towers, which is across the road from my apartment. Quilting is not
something I was ever interested in doing myself but, as a sewer, I can
appreciate the work involved.
Over the years I have seen some interesting quilts but
these blew me away. I can't find appropriate words to describe the exquisite
beauty of these works. I believe they are of museum quality. As I looked at
each one I kept wishing I could have had with me my two friends, Debbie and
Loretta, both of whom are expert quilters. They would have been in Quilters
Heaven!
They allowed me to take photographs but not with my camera, only with my mobile so the quality is not great. Below are a few to give you some idea of the quality of the work but they are a tiny snippet of what was exhibited.
It was difficult to pick one but this next one was my favourite.
On our way to the Nezu Museum, my sister, brother-in-law
and I came across this amazing building. It was such an architectural marvel
that it deserved a photo. Turns out it was the Prada building, girls and I
recommend a visit just to see it never mind the handbags.
Bye for Now,
Emily