Thursday 30 August 2012

Yukata Chalenji!!!



A friend of mine has invited me for fashion week this weekend. Fierce Couture has invited Beading Dancer to sell her jewellery in sandton on Saturday. The show on the ramp will start at 1pm.
My idea for this event, as I thought I would be there for three days, was to relearn tying obi on a yukata.  Last week when I went to Velvetrobes event, I wore a yukata…most people call it a kimono. I think I have only seen once person wearing a kimono and she was a geisha. Everyone around Japan usually wear a yukata because it is lighter. The one I will be wearing is cotton..so comfortable and breathes...unlike most yukata. I really love wearing my all in one dresses and cloggs with kutsushita...they make me feel lady like and oh-so mature and motherlike.

As it is looking now…it could only be for a day. But I have the perfect Saturday yukata. I only tried this particular yukata on earlier this week. It really fits me better because it sits closer to my skin.  The yukata is in a festive flower pattern in navy and the rest of it is white. It would be great if I had a yellow obi…but I only have a simple purple and pink one.



Tying

My challenge really with my yukata skills is tying the obi and keeping it in one place the entire day. I have tried!!! And this obi business seems like it needs a little more muscle or a good technique…this technique must be lying in some ancient Japanese scroll in the middle of the Alps close to the Kiso valley. I am in search of the way of the obi….obido.

If you know a technique I'm not aware of...please share.

(damn, obi(s))...

Material


(Had this on my chest for sometime)

I feel this material life slipping away .
It really is no importance to me what things can do and how they can make other people respect you.  What does it matter?
Does it matter?
Does my matter matter?
Or will I find my peaceful end in the ground…where my clan awaits at the cave of  the beginning and end.
It is here that the smell of rain was imagined.
Rain was thought to be the sky dancing on your skin.
It is here that thoughts like touch manifested.
Here that we run to for prayer.
Ke lona legaga la popo.
I love breathing in African sunsets that burst with compassionate beauty.  Slithers of light rays that calm the spirit if prayed for. It is this mantra that is created its heart in my home.