When we arrived at our new apartment in Tokyo last August, I was horrified to discover that all of the lights in our apartment are fluorescent. As in the sort of lights that have the ability to highlight under eye circles and make you seriously question how you look in your favorite jeans (which I did manage to zip up today, without even lying down – they didn’t look so pretty, but they were on!).
I have since learned that fluorescent lighting is the standard for Japanese homes, and that they call our warmer, more subtle lighting “yellow.” I suppose they do have something in the fact that it is more energy efficient, but blech.
I clearly stated upon arrival that we would be putting in nice and friendly “yellow” lighting all over our apartment. We never really got around to that being busy with baby and all (and because we’re a bit cheapo). Maybe with the good lighting, though, I would have been a bit more pleased with my figure in my skinny jeans.
Though, I’m pretty sure that the lighting didn’t have much to do with the almost total lack of circulation in the mid-region of my body while said jeans were on.
