Woke up to several inches of snow this morning. Wet, soft spring snow. Very pretty, very artfully shaken on, like confectioner’s sugar on a jelly roll. It doesn’t look quite real. Movie set snow. I’m not going to take it too seriously.
I noticed today that my Morocco – Warm Amber and Incense candles from Target carry a blurb/description inside the lid that reads as follows: “Embark on a safari that explores the wonders of nature as mountains cascade into the sea, animals run wild through uncultivated lands and the sun glows with an amber hue. The exotic nature of this home fragrance fills the air with the untamed sensuality of Africa.” Hmm . . . the illusion of cultural globalization packaged in the rhetoric of colonial nostalgia? Evidence of capitalism as the new colonialism? Have I been spending too much time by myself at home? Why, yes.
Speaking of orientalism, here are pictures of the geisha kitsch shower curtain. Love! It!
Also? Aiko wants you all to know that she’s going to be phoning it in today.
