a sublime summer sunday.

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The second Sunday of every month, is always a glorious day. Why you may ask? Well, the reason being is that it’s the day where I get to walk around and haggle with intimidating vendors, buy used and smelly clothing, and fawn over odd little trinkets and old furniture. Trust me it’s much better than it sounds. It’s the Rose Bowl Flea Market! I adore flea markets but the Rose Bowl is my favorite. I never get tired of the smell of dust, kettle corn, and the wide array of quirky characters and inventory. It feels like I’ve been transported to another time and I’m on a treasure hunt. I’m the equivalent to a kid in a candy store when I’m there. I’ve missed the last few months because I’ve been so busy with school, but I received a warm return today and left with a good chunk of eclectic goodies to add to my collection.

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A vintage The Who t-shirt, a vintage baseball tee/jersey, and a random t-shirt from a grumpy vendor that perfectly embodies my inexplicable and violent love for brunch.

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A Mama Cass record that is reminiscent of cotton candy, two high-waisted shorts, a pair of short overalls, three ironic and amusing pins, a rope of incense composed of saffron, nagi, and red and white sandalwood, and lastly an ethereal fringe cardigan that is just dying to be worn no matter how hot it is outside.

An exceptional haul, if I do say so myself, and I do.

-Gal

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edible endearments.

Brunch. Sunday brunch. Somehow this little moment, this meal, never ceases to make my insides feel warm and giddy. Maybe it’s because after you’ve slept in, you get to treat yourself to a nice hearty meal. It’s indulgence at its best. This hybrid meal, is the best of both worlds. Nothing else quite gets me like a good Sunday brunch. One of my favorite places is Pappa’s Artisanal in Old Town La Verne. Allow me to make you envious with some pictures:

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My usual, Dad’s hash (I would buy the whiskey gravy by the jar if they’d let me.)

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Topped it off by walking around Claremont’s Farmer’s Market, bought two heirloom tomato plants while being serenaded by the most endearing folk band. I think endearing is the word of the day. So far it has been an endearing Sunday.

-Gal