Ode To The Tzatzke
Sigh! I miss Taiwan...
I miss the lifestyle...
I miss having so much disposable income that I could buy whatever I wanted, when I wanted...
I miss my friends...
I miss silly, drunk, tequila-inflamed evenings with my friends...
I miss the cheap Asian kitsch, of which we all know, I am a shiny, glittered beacon of. I can see my headstone now: "Here lies Jared HD Orlin. The 'H' stands for Hello Kitty".
The self-proclaimed 'Queen Of Tzatzkes' is missing her trinkets, her shiny baubles, her knickknacks and paddywhacks.
But - oh such excitement as is deserving of five whole exclamation marks, !!!!! - I found little Taiwan, right in my own backyard.
The place is called Oriental City and is located across the road from another safehaven of kitschified fab-you-liss-ness: Bruma Lake Flea Market. Oriental City is basically a day market spittooned inside a shopping mall.
It's cheap-'n'peppy, just how I like my tzatkery.
For example, the first thing that greeted my eyes as I entered these hallowed halls of Betty Boop-ish gorgeousness was one fo those natureific paintings where, with the aid of a little electricity, the waters flow forever downward, quite mesmerisingly. The second sight to greet my happy eyes was a Hello Kitty telephone.
Never was there such happiness throughout all the land.
I resisted The Impulse To Buy Everything In Sight [particularly the Doraemon and Hello Kitty plastic 'beaded curtain' ala' dodgy Asian 60s], but did leave with a few accoutrements: some Hello Kitty and Betty Boop stickers, a Betty Boop dangly cellphone thingy (not sure what there's called, lanyard, maybe, help, anybody????) which lights up when you use the phone, an Emily the Strange badge and some serious ideas for decorating.
So, my Not-The-New-Year's-Resolution-For-2007 is: move out of home, cut the apron strings, find a loving boyf and play house. I'm feeling like Martha Stewart (but without the urge to clean stuff) and wanna pick out curtains.
Preferably curtains with pink animated mute cats on them. Preferably...
I miss the lifestyle...
I miss having so much disposable income that I could buy whatever I wanted, when I wanted...
I miss my friends...
I miss silly, drunk, tequila-inflamed evenings with my friends...
I miss the cheap Asian kitsch, of which we all know, I am a shiny, glittered beacon of. I can see my headstone now: "Here lies Jared HD Orlin. The 'H' stands for Hello Kitty".
The self-proclaimed 'Queen Of Tzatzkes' is missing her trinkets, her shiny baubles, her knickknacks and paddywhacks.
But - oh such excitement as is deserving of five whole exclamation marks, !!!!! - I found little Taiwan, right in my own backyard.
The place is called Oriental City and is located across the road from another safehaven of kitschified fab-you-liss-ness: Bruma Lake Flea Market. Oriental City is basically a day market spittooned inside a shopping mall.
It's cheap-'n'peppy, just how I like my tzatkery.
For example, the first thing that greeted my eyes as I entered these hallowed halls of Betty Boop-ish gorgeousness was one fo those natureific paintings where, with the aid of a little electricity, the waters flow forever downward, quite mesmerisingly. The second sight to greet my happy eyes was a Hello Kitty telephone.
Never was there such happiness throughout all the land.
I resisted The Impulse To Buy Everything In Sight [particularly the Doraemon and Hello Kitty plastic 'beaded curtain' ala' dodgy Asian 60s], but did leave with a few accoutrements: some Hello Kitty and Betty Boop stickers, a Betty Boop dangly cellphone thingy (not sure what there's called, lanyard, maybe, help, anybody????) which lights up when you use the phone, an Emily the Strange badge and some serious ideas for decorating.
So, my Not-The-New-Year's-Resolution-For-2007 is: move out of home, cut the apron strings, find a loving boyf and play house. I'm feeling like Martha Stewart (but without the urge to clean stuff) and wanna pick out curtains.
Preferably curtains with pink animated mute cats on them. Preferably...