Or, “My Initial Adventures in the Makeup Section of the Japanese Market.”
First, I must confess that I’m not generally a fan of “haul posts,” AKA “Let me show you these things I bought!” Well, that’s not entirely true. I don’t mind them at all if the products are unique or interesting or things I don’t have ready access to.
For instance, I am totally intrigued by other countries’ drugstore makeup. Eyeko might be the UK equivalent of Cover Girl, but I’ll happily look at pictures of the same Eyeko products three times in one week because the packaging is cute and I’m not visually assaulted by Eyeko displays every time I set foot in a Rite Aid.
On the other hand, I don’t care at all about seeing pictures of products from major US-based (or global) brands. If it’s something that I see all the time in the drugstore or at the mall, I just don’t care about seeing pictures of it online as well.
I could go on. Let’s just say I have opinions about haul posts, and there are reasons I haven’t done one yet. However, I bought something today that I haven’t seen anywhere else, and I figure that if I find it interesting, then you might too. So technically, I guess this is my first haul post. Although does it count as a “haul,” really, if it’s only one thing?
Behold! The cuteness!
I got this in the cosmetics section at Marukai, our local Japanese market. I haven’t spent much time in their cosmetics section because there is something of a “language barrier” issue. I don’t want to purchase something that looks like harmless lip gloss but turns out to be a “lip plumper” chock-full of capsaicin, peppermint oil, and sadism.
Anyway. Apple-flavored lip balm! In an apple! They also had a pear and a lemon. I went with the apple after a fairly extensive “pear vs. apple” debate. Mister Principessa cast the deciding vote, also known as the “whatever will get us out of the damn makeup section and on to the kamaboko and sake sections” vote. The lip balm is actually pretty nice, which was a happy surprise.
Oh, and speaking of the Mister, we’ve moved up in the world.
Yeah, that’s right. We’ve upgraded to the 20-pound bag of rice.
As a white girl with white parents, I don’t think that, growing up, I ever saw anything bigger than a 5-pound bag of rice. Actually, come to think of it, the rice I remember seeing most frequently in our cupboard came in a red box that had the word “Rice” on it, and also the word “Minute.”
Apparently, when you take up with a Japanese guy, the rice bags get bigger. We bought this on the recommendation (or rather, insistence) of the cashier at Marukai, who leaned forward and had a surreptitious conversation about it in Japanese with the Mister. This conversation was a bit one-sided, considering that he doesn’t actually speak Japanese, but somehow the point was made that the 20-pound bag was only a dollar more than the 10-pound bag. That did actually sound like a damn good deal, so now we have a bag of rice the size of a toddler under the kitchen table.
So there you have it. Fun times at Marukai. I might post about our dinner tomorrow if I continue to have good luck with the Bastard Camera. Oh, and the Mister has promised me unfettered, unhurried access to the Marukai cosmetics section for my birthday in a couple of weeks. Stay tuned!