On Saturday Doug and I decided to get out of the city and head on over to the other side of our mountain. I wanted to get some hand carders and thought it’d be cool to see what the Weaver’s Cottage was like (since there are so few spinning brick and mortar stores around).
It was really nice — they have a great selection of yarn and such. Some nice roving (although Stick and Stone will always be my favorite in terms of selection). We walked in on their holiday party, though, which, although they were super friendly, felt a little awkward. Also got a tour of the weaving studio out back — amazing what these people do! All in all it was a fun place to visit and if you are in the LA area, quite a cool little jaunt into Canyon Country.
We then popped across the street to eat at a little cafe that’s been around since the 30’s. Love roadside cafes. Sugar splurged on a piece of hot homemade apple pie and both of us were feeling all warm and cozy inside. Then decided to travel around the mountains toward Wrightwood, which is a local ski resort hoping to see some snow.
On Pearblossom Hwy we saw signs for a place that sold date shakes. Although I can’t eat them while pregnant, we decided to stop into the store and see what else they had. This is when our truly surreal adventure began.
This place was called Charlie Brown Farms. Our first view of this place upon getting out of the car was this…
Dinosaurs, the Eiffel Tower and a few other assorted animals.
We went in and found out that this is the store that never ends. There was a candy shop, BBQ, goth gift shop, wine tasting room (with some strange tropical fruit wines), 2 smaller kitschy gift stores and…
The House of Gnomes (which had been mostly taken over by Santa, some reindeer and a wild assortment of flying Jesuses.)
We also spotted the cheesiest cookie jar imaginable. I present you with…
The “I Love Lucy Cookie Jar”.
I think that every known kitschy thing that has been produced in the history of the world has somehow found its way into this store. The scary part is that people actually seemed to shop there on a regular basis. I guess there’s not much else to do on the other side of the mountain.
After a while Doug and I started getting headachy and just really wanted to escape from the innermost reaches of this florescent-lit place. We had a few things we wanted to get, but Doug decided to go back and get a map of the area. The cashier rung me up and I waited at least 10 minutes for him. See, Doug got lost. All he wanted was a map and he discovered even more rooms leading one right into the other full of life-size flying pirate babes and monsters.
This was truly the twilight zone of all gift shops.
Once Doug managed to get out the door he had a slightly scared look on his face, one that can only come from having been over-exposed to too many life-sized resin products and scented candles.
Here are a few more shots of the place..
Oh and yes, on the sign it does say that they have bear meat. We couldn’t actually find it, but we did find alligator, antelope, and ostrich.
After this we were content to drive for a while hoping to put some distance between Charlie Brown and us. We did manage to make it to Wrightwood by dusk. Got to walk in the snow and found a gift shop that had handspun yarn and some basic spinning supplies. Turns out there is a small spinning community there and two women who sell their yarn and other goodies. Got some really nice handspun made from cotton and ecospun from recycled plastic bottles.
The return home was uneventful. I guess nothing can really top a flying piratess.