Junk Gypsy Book

After crisscrossing the country and taking up residence in various big cities, after almost fifteen years of trying to calm our restless souls, our journey led us to Round Top, Texas. Population 87. As they say, you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl.

Round Top is where we belong. It’s where we decided our restless souls could finally settle down. In Round Top, they say there is a certain feeling of enchantment that weaves its way through your heart and soul when you’re here. And we believe it’s true. You feel it, whether you’re just passing through for the day or staying on a few nights. There’s a beautiful, sweet, magic atop the pastures in the early morning as the cows graze and a thick, sparkly magic in the stars at night as the hoot owls converse. There are more trees than parking spaces. Things are still done on a handshake. There’s one stop light and thousands of bluebonnets. You can still buy things on credit at the local general store, and your mail finds it’s way to you even if the sender forgot to put the street address. Green grass grows and wild blue yonder goes on forever. And ever.

In 2012, we broke ground, poured concrete, and started building the Junk Gypsy World Headquarters we had dreamed of for so long. We salvaged Victorian tin for the ceiling, beadboard from old farmhouses across the county, a six-foot wide Spanish chandelier for the entrance, and crazy huge corbels. 
When you enter the hallowed halls at the House of Blues, you see a placard that says, “Take with you a piece of our soul, leave with us a piece of your heart.” We hope the same for anyone who walks through our door.