Kampin Kirpputori

This is the weirdest place I’ve been to in a while and I have been to some really f*cked up places in my life (wink wink… San Francisco… ahem). You go through a tiny storefront that smells like Grannie’s attic and amble back through a narrow room full of granny’s old furniture before creaking down a staircase into an underground lair full of other peoples’ old junk. However, there can be finds to be found and I dig the weird vibe. Not big on kid’s things (kind of thankful for that), but a lot of vintage-​y stuff for the creative at heart. I am not even a little creative, so I probably won’t be frequenting the joint. Mom tip: Not stroller friendly, kid friendly, or even kid interesting. If you do want to pop in (and I strongly suggest you do — it’s a weird little place), I’d hit it solo or with a kid attached to your person. I will add that the space is so big and there is so much stuff that even though I didn’t find anything either time I went, I spent about an hour there. Happy Hunting!