Showing posts with label ornamental. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ornamental. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Ready for some Happy Colors


Since my daughters will soon be going shopping for nyonya kebayas, I thought I would post some more pictures of this very elegant and exquisite attire!

I am partial to wearing black and usually like things to match, but for my next sarong kebaya purchase, I would go for a kebaya that is bright like yellow, lime green or cobalt blue with colorful embroidery paired with a contrasting sarong. No shades of black for me here, please! Too colorful for my age?  Not with nonya kebayas!  Look at these women below.  They look as vibrant as their kebayas!



Tuesday, February 10, 2015

A Vibrant Heritage

Painting by Heidi Koh

Both my daughters will soon be together in Singapore.  One is working there, the other visiting her little sister. They are both grown up now, curious about their heritage, and eager to buy nyonya  kebayas for themselves and for me. This has prompted me to blog about my Peranakan heritage.

I am Peranakan Chinese on my father's side.  Peranakan Chinese or Baba-Nonya  or Straits Chinese describes a people that are descendants of the late 15th C to 19th C Chinese immigrants to British Malaya (now Malaysia and Singapore) and Indonesia.  My father's family settled in a fishing village on the east coast of Malaysia.  When he was 19, my father, desiring of a better future than what the small fishing  village could offer him, hopped on a pig truck headed for Singapore, carrying with him the dream of pursuing a tertiary education in Australia. He did not make it Down Under but established a career in banking, got married, and raised three children in cosmopolitan Singapore.

Although he did not consciously raise his children in the Peranakan heritage, I realized later in life that I am more Peranakan Chinese in my outlook than I am ethnically Chinese. The Peranakans through the generations have assimilated comfortably into the local Malay communities, adopting the language, fashion, and cuisine as their own, yet holding on to aspects of their Chinese heritage like their Taoist ancestral worship and Confucius' teachings, like respect of elders for example. They also absorbed the British culture; the British colonized Malaya in the early 1800s.  By my grandfather's generation, the Peranakans were more loyal to Great Britain than they were to China. I remember my grandfather as much in the habit of quoting Shakespeare. He served as Justice-of-Peace of his hometown for many years.

My grandmother was the typical nyonya (Peranakan woman). She wore the colorful sarong kebaya which comprised of delicately embroidered kebaya top fastened in the front by kerosangs (intricate, sometimes gem-studded brooches ) that cascades over a batik sarong held up by tali pinggang (belt made of silver, copper or gold). The mix of patterns can be quite an eyeful. But I think it reflects well the  mix culture that is vibrant and unself-conscious. Beaded slippers called kasot manek adorned her feet.  She liked her food spicy, the nyonya cuisine more Malay influenced than Chinese. She was quite the feisty woman; her temper as fiery as her food!

Sarong Kebaya
Kerosang
Kasot Manek
tali pinggan
Like most Babas (Peranakan men), my father was educated in English.  He spoke and wrote immaculate English.   He also grew up speaking a pidgin version of the Chinese dialect, Hokkien, which had many Malay and English words incorporated into it, as well as Malay.  It wasn't until he moved to Singapore and had to do business with Chinese from Taiwan, Hong Kong and China that he studied Chinese in a serious way.  He was an excellent scholar and picked up the language quickly and became well-versed in Chinese literature, as he already was in English literature.  But despite his mastery over the language, he was never thought of as being your typical Chinese.  He was much too straight forward and "Westernized" in his outlook to effectively handle the complexity and duplicity of the Chinese business culture.  He was after all a Peranakan at heart.

I don't know if I consciously raised my children Peranakan, but I know they appreciate the diversity of their lineage.  When they were younger, I was often asked why I did not teach them my mother tongue.  Which mother tongue?  I would on occasion reply tongue-in-cheek, knowing full well that they meant the Chinese language. I like to tell them that I am a Straits Chinese, not your typical Chinese, but that would only confuse them.  Ours is a happily confused culture; perhaps it is time I make a more concerted effort to help introduce and preserve this very unique and vibrant heritage that has so shaped my father, and subsequently me, and now my children.

Happy kebaya shopping, Girls!

Saturday, October 4, 2014

A Saturday in Fall

Painting by Fairfield Porter

Fall is in the air!  The morning was crisp and overcast when we walked to the farmers' market in Lincoln Park.  Pumpkins, squash, gourds, sweet potatoes, pomegranates, apples of various varieties filled the baskets, with jugs of apple cider calling from several stands. 

The heat in the apartment kicked on in the afternoon.  The radiators banged and hissed, emanating warmth and coziness within these paneled walls.  My daughter Lauren is making dinner - the smell of chicken and potatoes roasting in the oven blended well with the inviting scent of heat, making the alcove where I am writing quite idyllic.

Here is Itzhak Pearlman playing Schubert's Serenade for this restful Saturday afternoon.



There is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and drink and find enjoyment in his toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of God, for apart from him who can eat or who can have enjoyment? 
Ecclesiastes 2:24-25



Saturday, July 26, 2014

A Tribute


Vermeer's The Concert, 1665


Our very dear friend Lois Nielson died two weeks ago.  She was 91.  She lived such a full and abundant life, committing herself unreservedly to her calling, touching so many with her love and dedication that despite the advanced age, it still felt like an untimely death to all who knew her.  She was musically and pedagogically gifted (training pianists for 71 of her 91 years, including our daughter Kathryn), possessed of a brilliant and curious mind, a sharp eye for things beautiful, and a magnanimous heart that beat passionately for her family, friends, students...and above all her God.

She was a woman who exuded beauty, and her memorial service aptly captured that beauty.  Hers was the kind of beauty that I can only describe as transcendent.  It is because she (and her memorial service) pointed to the ultimate Beauty, her Lord Jesus Christ.  The music at her memorial service lifted hearts heavenward, the eulogies and Scripture readings moved the mourners to seek more urgently the God who had  transformed her into the incredible, unforgettable woman that she was; it was a most suitable tribute to how she lived her life.  In death, as in life, Lois Nielson pointed and gave praise to her Lord and Redeemer!

Here is  Alex McDonald playing Chopin Nocturne in C Minor, Op. 48, No. 1.  Alex was a student of Mrs. Nielson, a 2014 Van Cliburn Competition finalist; he lovingly performed this transcendent piece at her memorial service.

I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. 
John 10: 10b

One thing have I asked of the Lord,
    that will I seek after:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
    all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
    and to inquire in his temple.
Psalm 27:4 



Friday, May 3, 2013

Black is always elegant


"...black is always elegant, and that being well-dressed depends in a large degree upon the shoes one wears."  Simone de Beauvoir, "Chantal", When Things of the Spirit Come First.


I may not agree with Existentialist writer, Simone de Beauvoir, on several fronts, but I  absolutely agree with her on this bit of fashion advise she gave through one of her fictional characters.  One cannot go too wrong with black as far as I'm concerned; it's been my choice of color for attire for the longest time, to my mother-in-law's chagrin.  I stayed away from it for a while when we moved to Dallas; I don't know why...maybe the sunny climate cries for something softer, lighter and brighter. But I think I'm going to go back to basic black again.

And I totally agree with de Beauvoir about the shoes.  The right shoes complete the outfit, and they do get noticed more often than one thinks.  My mom was of the belief that scruffy footwear absolutely destroys any outfit.  I must agree with her.

Here's Princess Kate in a black gown.  Regardless of the color she wears, she is a young woman of immaculate taste -- restrained, elegant and classic!


 

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Flowers and Meals




One can get pretty spoiled when one is under the weather.  Look at some of the beautiful flowers I received the past few months!  Aren't the arrangements simply gorgeous and glorious?

We were also spoiled with lovingly prepared meals.  If you could only taste the pot roast, fajitas, Spanish baked chicken and rice, chicken stir-fried with peppers and pecans, roast beef, tomato soup, chicken soup, quinoa, Greek salad, chicken and egg salad sandwiches, turkey chilli, lemon meringue pie, apple pie, cookies, pound cake, and even protein shakes!  I didn't think to photograph the food before they were devoured.  That being said, meals don't photograph as well (some would differ, I imagine) for meals are a feast to the tummy and flowers  a feast to the eyes, but both fill the heart and warm the soul for they were given with utmost love by incredible friends and family!

Thank you!  And thank you for all the loving cards, phone calls, emails, text messages, and for driving Miss Daisy around town.  Did I say I got pretty spoiled?


Philippians 3:3, 4, 6, 7a, 8-11
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy... And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. It is right for me to feel this way about you all, because I hold you in my heart, for you are all partakers with me of grace...For God is my witness, how I yearn for you all with the affection of Christ Jesus. And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment, 10 so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, 11 filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.


Friday, April 22, 2011

Art Show




Around this time last year, our daughter Lauren delighted us with a well-crafted presentation of her work at her senior art show at Washington University in St. Louis. I was so impressed by how poised she was as she presented to a crowded auditorium. Time flies...can't believe it has been nearly a year!! That was one of our family's highlights of the year.

Here are the links to her website and blog. Enjoy!

Monday, April 18, 2011

Banana Cream Shasta Daisies




Aren't these daisies absolutely gorgeous? It was a beautiful weekend in Dallas. I bought some plants and filled the pots in our backyard. These Banana Cream Shasta daisies are by far my favorites! They are perennials; so hopefully with some tlc, they will bloom not only through the spring and summer, but continue to thrive year after year.