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Hobo Vintage Botique, Redlands CA
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My sister totally called it (she’s a stylish cat). She pointed me to Hobo’s; also, several friends “5-starred” the heck out of this joint—-so I had to go!
There’s something about a thrift store, swap meet or a vintage store which can be…well, darn exciting. It’s always a gas to peruse a rack and stumble on to a personal prize, Daddy-O. Yes, there are times when I’ve struck out & headed back to the dugout with my head down, but the times when I walk away with my ends of my mouth pointing skyward always perpetuate the pull.
Hobo’s Vintage is a smallish storefront in a neat ole neighborhood of downtown Redlands. There was a sales rack out front, and the window was jam-packed with all kinds of goodies, ya dig??
When I creaked open the door this is what hit me:
o Some classy jazzy tunes
o Warm welcoming from the super-friendly & stylish sales woman
o An expanse of — ultra-dope, super-slick, funky-fresh, badder than bad, most-excellent, madly-mod, snappy-swell — threads!
I headed straight for the guys tops (I’ve yet to buy pants from a vintage or thrift store—-I just haven’t been able to make that leap). Right off the bat: BAM!!
I spied a cool Pen West (actually offshoot of Pendleton Woolen Mills) short-sleeve cowboy-button plaid shirt. ****This ended up being my “winner winner, chicken dinner” pick of the day****
I then found a festive red, green, & white bowling shirt—-had to grab it.
I found another short-sleeve cowboy-button work shift. Oh, but there’s more: it had embroidery on it. There were a couple of flowers and a sun rising over a mountain on the front. On the back, there is a rainbow with one end in a forest and the other end on a ranch. I could just visualize a macho rugged cowboy doing this *ahem* “adorable needlework” while out on the prairie. Yeah, this garment was mad-crazy and straight-up-gangsta!
There were a couple of Mr. Rogers-style button-down sweaters—a weakness of mine. I couldn’t decide between two of ‘em, so I picked up both. I also grabbed up a mess of antique jewelery for my sassy lassie.
So when I piled my spoils on the counter, I expected to see stars at the price for such a mother load. But alas: my total was also vintage!!
I sauntered in sloppy, and scatted out with street-cred up the ying yang, and for this I’m indebted to Hobo.
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