So I went out to this rather odd intersection in Royal Oak, about 15 minutes from St. Michaels, Maryland, where we’re staying. There are dozens of precious “interior design” shops in St. Michaels, but I wasn’t in the mood for those. I wanted to hunt. I wanted to be rewarded. I wanted a bargain.
This is on one side of the street:
I always thought of them as junk shops. I WANTED a junk shop; we’d driven past all sorts of chi-chi places to get here. But I didn’t want to be snooty – maybe something had changed since the last time I was here – so I went in with fresh eyes.
I dunno. It’s not looking good for the “antiques” designation. The building across the way had furniture; maybe that’s what they meant. (When we walked into that building, my husband took a deep sniff and said, “Yeah, this is just like my Nana’s barn.” Terrific.)
Antiques / junk terminology aside, there are some finds if you’re willing to get your hands dirty. Not a lot of true bargains, though; the shop has wised up since the area got all fancy.
I would stock up on these iron doorstops if our house were country-ish. I think they’re fun.
To me, it’s junk.
And I mean that as a compliment.