enid and edgar vintage: December 2011

to film noir and heartache

Rick : Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa: But, Richard, no, I... I...
Rick: Now, you've got to listen to me! You have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie?
Captain Renault: I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.

Ilsa: You're saying this only to make me go.
Rick: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.

Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.
[Ilsa lowers her head and begins to cry]
Rick: Now, now...
[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet]
Rick: Here's looking at you kid.

introducing miss saemi

a visual meandering throughout enid and edgar on a rainy afternoon

Hi!!!

(see above)

feel free to look around and try on anything you like:)

wire hangers still have a place in our hearts

an assortment of receptacles for your trinkets and treasures

and some wonderful treasures made by a flaming hag from up north

they are always watching. the owl is our sentinel - ever vigilant.

our lady enjoys moving about the shop aimlessly while you are not looking,

leaving you wondering how she got there.

the indoor fitting room for those frigid l.a. afternoons and early evenings.

be forewarned, there may be a little gypsy girl in there writing stories and giggling to herself.

pip craighead and candles who will soon see their last show:)

a cruel trick! a wall of endless servitude!!

wood slices that don't know their job is to stay on the wall.

who tirelessly enjoy jumping headlong into the sidewalk.

as neighbor chime says "our cross to bear"

an assortment of scarves waiting for a beautiful girl to take them on a great, romantic rendezvous.

this is some crazy homeless looking guy who comes by every once in awhile. just ignore him like his wife does.

the start of a new little one

our happy buddha sits peacefully at the entrance,

offering our sweet visitors blessings of joy and an open heart.

the wise one.

enid loves edgar (well most of the time anyway)

gifts from good people

the delightful work of miss tessa kim

the wrapping station? work space? point of sale area?

the part of the shop where we talk and we take forever to wrap your stuff -

that sounds most accurate

the gypsy girl ... preparing to conjure up new fables

a special gift from luz, who makes us smile with the most delicate and heartfelt artwork in l.a.

good old things standing by as they prepare to leave us and find new homes

the gypsy girl again. now playing records and dancing about the shop

i am officially under her spell

wood, rope, and faux candles ... i guess it makes sense

not supposed to mix politics and business.

good thing the 99% isn't about politics and we would hate to be called a business

thanks for stopping by, it was so nice to meet you :)

Treasures hunted ...

Here are some of our finds, as of late. Been busy washing, pressing, steaming ... and washing, pressing and steaming garments to hang on branches here and branches there. Hope you folks like what you see.