This is a store you could probably stand to visit.
It is more of an art gallery than a home store and you probably can’t afford it. Still, everything is cool and beautiful and you have seen it in a magazine at some point.
This is one of the more affordable items:
It reminds me of a goth baby porcelain doll I made when I was 11, circa 1996. I was entering the period of my life where I wore Jnco’s and pacifiers around my neck and backpacks made of stuffed animals. Oh, and pins. Lots of pins.
Around this time my mom was making lots of porcelain dolls “in the likeness of your child” for our rich neighbors. Her company was called Under the Roses and it predated her antique shop days. They were pretty creepy, because no one should have to look at a glass-eyed version of their 2 year old self…but mine were creepier. I cut off their fingers and gave them scars and over-fired them in our kiln so their faces would sag.
After Future Perfect, W ditched me and I went to my very favorite store on earth, Moon River Chattel.
I bought baskets for my shelves and a lampshade that is too big. I have a collection of lampshades that I can’t use because they are all the wrong size. Buh.
“I am hoping you are warm and at home by now. It is really cold down here tonight. Daddy and I had a big fire in the living room, eating Kentucky Fried Chicken (mmm healthy) and watching Dancing with the Stars.”— My Mom, writing from the 100+ year old creaky house where I grew up, in Florida. This sounds dreamy.