“After dinner,” began Stef in a voice that every parent recognizes from their child, “could we stop at the Japan store?”
Japan store? Qu’est-ce que c’est Japan store?
It seemed Stef was looking more for an experience than a shopping adventure. It turned out to be both.
Daiso is the store’s official name. Daiso is a chain. We went to the one in Lake Forest, next city south.
The store is garishly lit with highly reflective floors. It is like a dollar store, except (nearly) everything costs $1.50 and has some Japanese connection.
You don’t often see dried Japanese fish vacuum packed and hung on a hook… or dog diapers… or fake boobs!
I went home with a few whiteboards and five small wall clocks for the studio.
It’s an experience.