OUR STORY
After college, we both went out to tame the world and got a good taste of big city life, but we never got used to the sight of skyscrapers on the horizon instead of towering pines. We missed the stars. Our cowgirl boots longed for the Earth. Our spirits needed the wild blue yonder. Some undefinable something else was calling to our gypsy souls. As each of us drove north out of the city, we realized we’d never seen the city looking so beautiful as it did that day—in our rearview mirrors.
There comes a time in every dreamer’s life when all the lessons of the past come to a crossroads with all your dreams for the future and all the dreams you don’t even know you have yet. There’s a morning when you wake up and recognize the day as an adventure waiting to happen, and you can’t wait to gear up in your best old boots and jeans and take it on. There’s a moment when you feel just the right kind of rebellious, and suddenly, all the chaos comes into perfect harmony. With Willie Nelson as your navigator, Jack Kerouac as your North Star and Thelma and Louise riding shotgun, you know this trip is bound for glory.
If you’re like us, you know chasing your dream isn’t an option; it’s a must. And that dream—ridiculous and sublime—is right there, ready and waiting patiently for you to start believing in every impossibly possible thing inside yourself.
Mom was our biggest cheerleader and partner-in-crime. Together, the three of us set out on the greatest adventure of our life. Building a business in the fields of the flea market and on the back roads of America. We dreamed big and worked harder and the journey has been more than anything we could have planned for.
THE OG JG
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, spirit 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.
Take with you a piece of our soul.
Leave with us a piece of your heart
