After passing it with my nose high in the air many times, I finally went inside Odana Antiques. We need a living room lamp and while I don’t want anything antique, I do want Mid-Century which as it turns out is quickly becoming the same thing.
What a store – 30,000 square feet of mind-boggling inventory. If I were to write a children’s book this is the world in which it would breathe. Even the dolls on this doll’s coveralls can’t believe how they livin’:
There’s no doubt in my mind I will find that Wisconsin license plate here. I’m sure I’ll find one from Bermuda as well. Do you need a miniature jadeite vase to compliment the set your great-grandmother brought over from Uzafbekrussturk Republic? Got it. A throw cushion covered with the shorn hair of 1958 Hare Krishna devotee? Square or bolster? Blond or brunette? Perhaps you’re longing to hang a detailed dissection of the Common Mushrooms of the Americas in your kitchen? Actually I’m seriously considering that purchase so lay off.
Odana Antiques! I can’t wait to go back and see the other half of their palace. And then return to look at it all over again. Despite being in a materialistically highly aroused state, I was able make one purchase, a candle holder for the half-bath. (It was stashed INSIDE a hand-carved wooden milking bucket, maybe I’m the only one who has ever even seen it! Make me cool. Something. Please.) I still need that living room lamp though and I just know it’s somewhere in that 30,000 square feet waiting for me to pluck its cherry.
Buy local. Be happy.