Sunday senses 9/6/09

With all of my cranky laziness and ignoring of the mission, I forgot to do Sunday senses. So here goes:

Looking: well, reading this very true post on love by Raaachem, one of my favorite writers of honest observations about life, relationships, friends, and women.

love is not just a noun – not just an emotion that you feel. it’s a verb..it’s an action.. it’s in the way you are and it’s in what you do.

i feel as if people are afraid to work. that love “feeling” starts to go away and all of sudden they forget about “acting” love. and i’m not talking about holding hands, or pda, or being gross and teenage-like acting. i’m talking about keeping that respect for your partner. i’m talking about not forgetting about his feelings as you try and acknowledge yours.

Let’s just give this the biggest word up ever. Click here to read the entire post. Check out her words on how technology has changed our day to day here.

Listening: to Mean Girls playing in the background of my lazy day. I’m always amazed that Regina is really Rachel McAdams under all that bitch.

Smelling: impossibly strong concentrations of lighter fluid from the neighbor’s backyard-I know it’s Labor Day weekend, but let’s take it easy, people.

Tasting: New York tap water.

Feeling: my parents’ couch, clearly made more for style than comfort.

don't remember where I got this so my apologies for the lack of photo credit!

Exhale

Tranquility!

After a long stretch of school/work/work, I’m going on a much-needed adventure for the next three days. Here’s to an end-of-summer release! Can’t wait to be out of radio contact for a little while. Meet you back here in a few days.

Jim Thorpe, PA.

Devouring vintage: edith machinist

Ready for the day in my favorite sneaks (Tretorn navy patent high tops)

Shopping for vintage can be a frustrating experience. With the recent surge in popularity of all things vintage, I’ve found quite a few boutiques that seem to think they can get away with passing off old clothes as “vintage,” with little attention paid to style or quality.

An exception to this trend is edith machinist in the lower east side. Besides a kick-ass name, they have an amazing selection of shoes, clothing, bags, and jewelry that are of a condition unmatched by other vintage shops I frequent.

This afternoon, I soaked in the sun (wearing SPF 100 – wish I were joking) and headed downtown with no specific purpose, which is usually disastrous for my wallet. But today, I found that two of my favorite activities – eating and shopping – might have something unforeseen in common. At edith machinist I found two delicious pieces that, in their quality, completely satiated my spending appetite.

Marino Orlandi (with exquisite details I couldn't capture due to camera battery death!)

Basic but lovely boots circa 1970s, made in italy - unsure of brand/designer.

Needless to say, my photography doesn’t capture the details or beauty of either piece (I was scrambling to shoot them before my battery died), but I highly recommend edith machinist for your vintage (especially accessories) cravings. You will be satisfied.

Inside edith machinist.

Welcome to plink

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream…
beginning of Puck’s epilogue, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

It’s a rainy day, and a traveling one for me. I’ve been watching a beloved Kennedy’s funeral this morning, happening a short distance from me. Maybe that’s why I’m in the mood to begin with an ending. This is one of my favorites. More to come soon, in a less somber tone.

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