If you're like me, when you travel, you will stop in the most forlorn, tacky, junk shop around, just because, well, you never know what you might find. Unless, of course, you are travelling somewhere that has amazing wonderful antique stores everywhere, in which case you stop there. Sadly, this is not the case on the Oregon Coast. Which is how I found myself in a very wierd "antique" mall in Newport, Oregon and the shopkeep told me that in Toledo, a mere 8 miles from where we stood, there was a main street lined with antique stores. "There is?" , I said. (slight uptick in heart rate)
And so off I found myself on the road to Toledo, which is a whole ethnographic wonderland unto itself. It's an old lumber town and, surprisingly, still is . Plus it used to be the county seat so it has a little bit of that beat up backcountry charm with an old hotel and some charming storefronts mixed in with lumbertown grunge.
I found a quilt shop and a couple of oddball art galleries, a thrift store that might pass for something old and then, down at the very end of the street, I spied a little something that made my heart go pitter patter.
Hello best junk shop I've been in in a long, long while and it's out in the middle of nowhere.
It is the perfect mix of hoarder meets obsessive compulsive disorder. (Notice how the pool balls are all lined up in numerical order!) Oh and I forgot to mention that half the store is like a steampunk jewelry/art gallery.
And yes, Becky Tonkin, he does have an entire printer's tray full of various glass, doll eyeballs.
And not to worry, I left them there for you. :)
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