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5.11.2014

Sunday Styles no. 60


It would seem completely illogical for me not to dedicate this Sunday Styles to the woman who taught me everything I know about fashion, style, beauty, and life: Mama Matsuo!

So, let's take a minute to gaze upon this moment in time…probably shot sometime in the early 70's. (The lucky red-overall-ed toddler in the photo is my amazing older sister…who is also a fantastic mom of three.)

Now, it goes without saying that my mom was a total babe, but that aside, just look at that outfit! A long-sleeved, knee-length, perfectly tailored dress with a slight flair. Here's another image of it for reference…




Check out her fondness for an all-black ensemble which, clearly, I've inherited.

Also, hello, low ponytail. (We all know low ponytails have been trending for the last 4 seasons at least.) She even got the part with the wispy bits by the ears spot-on.

And loafers! A classic staple until the end of time!

Lastly, I'd like to take a moment of silence to honor her amazing statement neck piece. [Insert solemn silence here.]

Now that I've finished gushing over her fashion sense, I wanted to take some time to gush about her as a mom…

Sure, we had a lot of disagreements when I was growing up - why I thought bleaching my own hair was a good idea when I had no technical knowledge of how it was done, I'm not sure. Why spike collars? Why too much foundation? Why no sunscreen? Why the crazy eyeliner and the unflattering haircut? I mean, I could go on forever.

Luckily, her neurotic daughter (yes, me…and, yes, I'm still neurotic) was pretty good about keeping her grades up, so her choice in guys, hair color, and clothes took up most of Mama Matsuo's worries.

I will say that despite her suggestions, she never freaked out if I did something dumb. I think she knew that I would come around at some point and I appreciate the fact that she let me experiment and come to my own conclusions. At the end of the day, she was right about almost everything and she never even said, "I told ya so."

Growing up around my Mom indirectly taught me things like appreciating good tailoring, taking care of your skin, elevating an outfit with good shoes and a good bag, dressing for your body type, and all kinds of other things that aren't beauty/fashion-related…this includes how to take care of animals, how to cook, how to clean, how to host a get-together, how to interior decorate, how to arrange flowers, and how to enjoy the little things in life.

More importantly, she taught me patience, kindness, tolerance, patience, patience, and also patience. She also planted in me a want/need for creativity in my life. This is a woman who can take a few sticks and a few flowers and make it into a piece of art with little to no effort. She can take some fabric and make it into the ultimate Halloween costume (the little grey mouse costume she made me in elementary school will go down in infamy) and even made my packed lunches a thing of elementary school lore. (Can we say "perfectly square sandwiches and perfectly layered fillings, all perfectly wrapped in tin foil?"…legendary.)

She made the best cream puffs and drew the best rabbits. She had the best choices in story books and taught me the importance of a gentle touch.

She carried me through years of anxiety attacks with love and support…and never questioned my mental state. She even took me out of nursery school when I told her I didn't want to go anymore and realized by pinpointing my behaviors and listening to me that I was being bullied.

I'm so grateful for what she's taught me and now that I'm all grown up, we can enjoy each other like friends. She no longer has to keep a watchful eye on what scum-of-the-Earth I might bring home to meet her and my dad or what awful magazine pages I might tape to my wall (thereby ruining the paint job.) She doesn't have to worry about me walking out of the house accidentally looking like a street walker or becoming a heroin addict. Her and my father have engrained in me a sufficient amount of OCD and neuroses for this type of stuff to not be anything to think about.

The only thing is that I wish she lived closer. We're 3,000 miles apart! I miss going window shopping (or actual shopping) with her or sitting at a cafe for hours talking about men, clothes, and life lessons. I miss trying new restaurants with her and bumming on the couch flipping through interior design magazines.

Well, the good news is, Charles and I just got our offer accepted on a condo, so I'm going to be starting some major interior decorating missions. I just hope I can drag my mom out here for a few days so she can help me pick the perfect shade of white paint. (Yes, you heard me correctly…and, yes, she's the perfect person to ask this sort of thing.)

Anyway, I'm digressing. Happy Mother's Day to my mom and all the amazing mothers out there, keeping their sons and daughters out of trouble. xo!

1 comment:

  1. Aww, your mom sounds like a super amazing woman and her style is timeless ♡
    And Happy Mother's Day to you, my fellow dog mama!

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