I’ve already posted my most recent trip to Englishtown Antiques, but these photos are from the first time I encountered this new world of old garbage and dusty, cheap furniture.
I have passed this place on my way to the Freehold Raceway Mall for YEARS and only last month did I finally enter it’s doorway.
There is a ridiculous amount of junk, but it’s actually pretty amazing to behold.
Like entire shelving units of screws and nails in jars:
The sheer enormous amount of stained glass light fixtures they have:
A hidden away retro Pepsi machine in the back:
An alcove filled to the brim with pillows:
An ENTIRE AISLE of silverware floor to ceiling:
The tiniest whisk I have ever seen:
Creepy homemade dolls:
A slot machine called the Taco Slot
And a retro Coke machine shoved between old dressers and chairs:
This place was so cool that we just had to go back again.
This past week, Laura and I took another trip to Englishtown to hit up the antiques shop.
Well, it’s less of a shop and more of a warehouse. And most of the things aren’t antiques as much as they are things that nobody wanted. It’s kind of an indoor garbage dump.
A somewhat [poorly] organized garbage dump.
But it’s still pretty fun.
I mean, this time we actually discovered TWO WHOLE TUBS of old glasses:
And it’s just a little creepy to walk around a corner to this:
But entering rooms like that is what leads you to finding gems like this hat:
(NOTE: Laura bought those pedophile glasses and wears them pretty frequently now.)
So I will definitely be returning to this place again and again. Despite smelling like musty grossness and feeling spiders all over me for hours after leaving. So worth it.
I’ve been going crazy over this blog the last couple of days. I started at the first entry and I’m slowly making my way to the present. I only have 194 pages left!
All of this fashion stuff has made me closet crazy. I got sort of dressed up to go to the bank today. Thank goodness Nick and I left the house to go to Panera, or else I would have felt pretty stupid just getting dressed for that.
This has also made me a little sad that I’ll be wearing scrubs for a good part of my life. It’s insanely depressing for someone like me. It makes me wish that I had chosen a different career goal. Shallow, but true. I like feeling cute.
So even though I did a pretty thorough closet cleaning a couple of months ago, I’ve decided to do a second sweep. This is partly due to the fact that I STILL can’t fit all of my clothes in my closet and partly due to the fact that I can’t stop buying them anyway. In fact, Nick and I are going thrifting tomorrow and we’re planning a shopping trip to SoHo/Brooklyn once we give our wallets a chance to fatten up. I’m pretty excited.