So Target has a sale on the wet cat food my boyz eat where not only is the bulk pack discounted,…read morebut you get a $5 Target gift card too. I couldn't even remember the last time I was this excited... until I realized that I was going to have to spend that $5 gift card on going back to Target and buying carpet cleaner for all the clearance food my cats had just puked up. Ughhhhhh. f*cking circle of life.
So I decided I needed to schedule some zen time for myself and figure out a new happy place (that isn't Target) to just release some stress and be (dare I say), feline-free... or least farther away from fur-balls.
Enter: Cracker Jax
This shop is totally, 100%, without a doubt worth a trip out to, even if you're driving in from the city. There's literally (and this is just ball-parking it on the lower end of the spectrum) no less than infinity +1 things in this shop that only seems little from the outside, but actually has like 10 different rooms, all floor-to-ceiling covered in vintage, used and new items for men, women and children.
My guy came with me to the store on our first visit and even though he hates shopping with the passion and fire of a thousand burning suns, he found himself amused by the many grandfatherly items and things you'd expect to see in the trophy room of a one Mr Ron Swanson. Some real old school manly-man type relics up in this piece, although he admitted feeling quite a bit overwhelmed with the amount of clutter and stuff in this store.
I, on the other hand, felt right at home... I've also been threatened by every person I've ever lived with in every location I've ever lived that they were going to make a tape of the way I live and send it to the show 'Hoarders'. And while I'd like to deny it and say my habit isn't that bad, I know that'll I'll probably die from a stack of magazines and junk mail toppling over on my person while fighting through the piles of junk to find a cat, that may or may not have already been impaled by a rogue stiletto at the bottom of collapsed pile of clothing. It's not ideal, but it's just the way it's always been and it's something that I've been dealing with all my life and while I'd like to not be that way, I seems as if I was programed to be a hot mess from birth, and I like that Cracker Jax (in a much more tasteful way) helps me celebrate that.
So anyway...
All the things. I think that meme originated after one person's visit to this shop that literally has all the things you never knew you needed, but now inexplicably can't live without. Home-wares, clothing, accessories, books, games, antiques, vintage gems, knick knacks galore, old broken mannequin parts, air fresheners, tongue-in-cheek jesus tchotchkis, and more... So.Much.More. All one-of-a-kind. It's like returning to Mrs. Havisham's old mansion of dusty, aged treasures, but without the dust.
We came in about an hour-and-a-half before closing time and it honestly felt like we'd been there 5-minutes, yet before I knew it, the shop was closing up and I'd still had more rooms to explore. Definitely give yourself (at the very least) an hour in this store, but don't be surprised if your time here leans closer to 2.
The shop girl was young and hip and sweet and funny... and most importantly a little twisted and totally someone who got my tasteless humor regarding a gift I bought there for a friend that I will not mention because it's only something a dark, horrible human being would think was funny, and plus, it's none of your business. I don't know that I've ever left a store regretting not getting a girl's digits because I wanted to hang out with her extra curricular-ly, but it totally happened here.
They wrap your goods up in the cutest boxes and tissue and don't be surprised if while you're at the counter you convince yourself you need to throw in some of the locally-made caramel treats they sell for a quarter or something ridiculously cheap like that at the register.
This place. It just 'gets' me. It reminds me of when my brother and I were (quote, unquote) "horrible monsters" and my mom would threaten to run away and never come back. I feel like the next time my kids (cats) act up and I go missing, you'll probably be able to find me here, finding myself amongst the menagerie.