I’ve been exploring the peninsula of Washington for a little over a week now. My initial assessment is that if you can handle the continual overcast skies and frigid cold, nature will aptly reward you for your tolerance.
And while I am enjoying my time here, I’ve been unsuccessfully searching for some small-town charm to enrapture me. Well, that is until today.
My aunt wanted to take me to the nearby town of Port Townsend to check out the shops along the water. As it would turn out, these three blocks would make up the entirety of downtown (shocking to this Vegas girl). I lazily moseyed past the storefronts, not feeling a deep need to investigate further. But then I saw a sign (insert Ace of Base lyrics here) and things changed,
As an avid Lewis Carroll fan, my curiosity was piqued. I stepped through the doorway and into the mystical shop.
Little did I know what delight I would find from the treasures inside (or how long I could entertain myself by trying on hats).
All the hats, scarves, and baubles that fill the shelves of this storefront are handmade by the locals of Port Townsend (an eclectic collective indeed). Each piece is one-of-a-kind and slightly imperfect, oozing enchantment.
Yep. I was successfully spellbound by a hat store in the middle-of-nowhere Washington. So it goes.