I mean, literally... The place is called "Really good stuff." Surely, the store lived out it's modest name.
Two separated rooms of old china, nifty hats, corner shelves, and old style pin-ball machines... I have to say, it's been a good while since I went thirfting at a true antique shop.
My mom use to drag me out of the house well medicated on the good ol green, and we'd spend hours fiddling with trinkets and buckets of old treasures that had likely sat at the bottom of some old jewelry box for centuries, soaked in jean nate and old fragrance powders. I've missed that.

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