Recently my Japanese host family had two nieces over, around my age. My host Mum hadn’t seen them for four years, so you can bet that she designed a weekend schedule that puts the average tourists’ itinerary to shame!
Saturday’s most memorable venture was the excursion we had to a Shibuya department store. Before that, though, we just had to take a picture with the famous Shibuya dog, and what a pleasant surprise that was.
Yes, that is a cat. How it got there, nobody knows… (Δ Illuminati).
My host mum, clad in a modest brown floral dress with bright pink nail polish matching her lipstick, clarified before we went, that we were just to window shop at the department store. And thank goodness for that because everything was grossly overpriced! Yes, that pajama shop had the softest pajama jacket (yes, I said pajama jacket xD) I have ever felt, and if I had enough money to buy that awesome customisable rustic watch… I wouldn’t out of spite!!!
You know something is too expensive when, even if you would have the money, you’d still be like:
More browsing had us assessing Japanese iPhone cases. I thought that I had been all kawaii-culture shocked out after living here for almost two months. But noooooooooo. When my host mum was seriously contemplating getting this “cute” phone case, and when her nieces supported the idea without batting an eyelash, I had to forcefully keep the bewilderment and amusement from my face. Please let me inform you that my host mother is in her min-50s.
To be fair, though, this bow design would certainly suit the giant bow hair clip she wears sometimes, as well as the bows cuffing each short sleeve of her Sunday-best hot pink dress. Hell, even the bedazzlement would match her everyday wedge-sandals, with the toe to ankle strap encrusted with clear plastic gems…
Needless to say, I find it funny how styles don’t universally mean the same things cross-culturally. You’d think only cute little girls with their tiaras and fairy costumes could get away with a phone case like that, but a grown woman with two adult sons, Ah-uh!
Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever understand how cultures grow to be so different, xD.
Until next time,