Chronically behind on the things...
Jun. 11th, 2006 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
akujunkan...I should be writing about, I will now talk about my underwear.
Shopping for clothes is an undertaking in this country, where the natives have no asses, thighs, or calves. Thus my 3-4 yearly pilgrimages to Tokyo have ALWAYS involved stops at a certain clothing store in Shibuya which sold cute underwear that actually fit me. (It should also be noted that the Japanese produce some of the ugliest women's undergarments on the face of the planet.) So you may imagine my shock and dismay upon discovering, during a trip to Tokyo last summer, that said store was no longer carrying said underwear.
You may also imagine my surprise and elation upon discovering this spring that it had been remaindered to my dinky neighborhood dollar tree. I immediately grabbed a shopping basket and filled it with twenty pairs (and a pink belt for the valentines day party that evening). In fact, my delight was such that I didn't consider exactly how these purchases would appear to others until I was already at the checkout counter. "Hi, I'm ジル、one of three foreigners in town. I teach English at your elementary schools, and enjoy walks in the park and purchasing craploads of discount underwear at the 100円ショップ in my free time. You may have seen me on TV once or twice..." >.< They must have talked about that one for days.
I don't seem to have learned my lesson, however, because I repeated this exercise yesterday, substituting a kanji workbook, three sheets of sparkle stickers, plastic folder, and packing tape for the pink belt.
At least I've only got two more months to go. And dammit, I have cute underwear.
That will be all.
Shopping for clothes is an undertaking in this country, where the natives have no asses, thighs, or calves. Thus my 3-4 yearly pilgrimages to Tokyo have ALWAYS involved stops at a certain clothing store in Shibuya which sold cute underwear that actually fit me. (It should also be noted that the Japanese produce some of the ugliest women's undergarments on the face of the planet.) So you may imagine my shock and dismay upon discovering, during a trip to Tokyo last summer, that said store was no longer carrying said underwear.
You may also imagine my surprise and elation upon discovering this spring that it had been remaindered to my dinky neighborhood dollar tree. I immediately grabbed a shopping basket and filled it with twenty pairs (and a pink belt for the valentines day party that evening). In fact, my delight was such that I didn't consider exactly how these purchases would appear to others until I was already at the checkout counter. "Hi, I'm ジル、one of three foreigners in town. I teach English at your elementary schools, and enjoy walks in the park and purchasing craploads of discount underwear at the 100円ショップ in my free time. You may have seen me on TV once or twice..." >.< They must have talked about that one for days.
I don't seem to have learned my lesson, however, because I repeated this exercise yesterday, substituting a kanji workbook, three sheets of sparkle stickers, plastic folder, and packing tape for the pink belt.
At least I've only got two more months to go. And dammit, I have cute underwear.
That will be all.