I've been meaning to write a post on this store for quite some time, and I am happy to say that I am finally getting around to it. A small disclaimer: this post is very word and picture-heavy, but well worth the time it will take to get through it. I promise.
This weekend I went home to visit my family for Easter, and spent Friday and Saturday exploring old and new favorite places - one of which is Shaggy Weed. While many of you probably know of every single store in Owensboro, this one is a little more obscure. Tucked away in a sweet little house in Calhoun, KY, this store is truly a treasure. I've been visiting since I was a little girl, but my visit to it this weekend touched me more than it ever has.
It may seem a bit odd to describe a visit to a store as emotional, but Shaggy Weed is more than just another antique shop in a sleepy old town. Owned and run by one of the sweetest women I have ever had the privilege to meet, it is full of beauty, character, and soul. The house is filled to the brim with unique pieces from all over the world, and styled in a manner that would make even Anthropologie drool.
To say that this woman and I are kindred spirits would be an understatement. She travels the world in search of beauty and brings it back with her only to create a world of her own that is even more beautiful, successfully living a dream I have fostered and pursued my entire life. The house she has created can only be described as magical; its ethereal charm emanates from every corner, guiding each visitor further and further and longing for more with every step.
One of the most special parts of the house is that each room truly has its own personality. Some are sunny and warm; others are sweet and dainty. Yet while the first floor is surely a testament to the creativity put into the store, the second floor is in a league entirely of its own.
Though I've been to Shaggy Weed many times, I've never ventured up the stairs to see what else the house had in store. I had no idea what I was missing. Haunting and silent, the light-filled rooms are stunning in their simplicity. The few pieces in the rooms - though breathtaking - are not loud in their beauty; rather, they sit quietly and let the elegance of age speak to those who are willing to listen. Nothing in my life has ever spoken to me like these rooms did. As silly as it sounds, I felt a strange sense of calm come over me, and I felt as though there must be something in those beautiful, peeling walls. As I walked down the empty hallway to leave I noticed a pair of old Louis Vuitton suitcases sitting in a corner next to the stairs, as if to suggest the presence of someone who was ready to go, but never really left.
Beautiful as the inside is though, the store itself is not the only part of the charm. A small hut sits behind the house, filled with overflowing greenery and windows through which we watched the fat little chickens chase each other around the yard, basking in the sunlight. Standing in that little room, my mom and I both dreamed for a moment that that was our life, and I think that is the magic of the store. It is untouchable and other-worldly, and it allows anyone who enters to escape for a moment into a calm and beautiful world, full of dreams and travels and sunshine. It is truly a little piece of heaven, right off 81 in Calhoun, Kentucky.
(A little side note - I strongly encourage you to listen to this song while looking at the pictures. It is beautiful, and in my personal opinion helps to imagine my experience a little bit better.)