So Victoria is in Thailand and don't you want to go too? I do. Actually, I think I'd say yes to any sort of traveling, I'd get on a plane and go just about anywhere right now. I'm consumed with wanderlust these days and will admit to planning imaginary trips and hanging out at the airport just for fun. When things really get bad, I go to Cargo. When I need a serious dose of color, Cargo is the joint. A trip to Cargo temporarily quiets the wishful world traveler in me. And so I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon there and confirmed what I already knew to be true: Cargo makes me happy.
The entire building is a lovely mess of red lanterns, plastic flowers and bright-colored banners. Visit on a windy day and you'll want to stand outside and listen to the army of rooftop pinwheels whir and snap. You'll want to watch everything blow from side to side for a while. Or maybe that's just me.
Inside you'll find:
Wooden hands that beg to be posed.
Chinese opera hats.
Muslim wedding chairs.
Nepalise baskets woven from hundreds and hundreds of bits of recycled food wrappers.
A reason to drink coffee.
A reason to collect old paint-by-numbers. (Although I don't think I could bring myself to cut up my humble collection of vintage paint-by-numbers, no matter how brilliant the idea).
Little jewelry and toiletry sets made entirely out of paper. Which I totally fell in love with.
Vintage matchbooks. There's always some sort of vintage ephemera to be found in the store. I love that.
And postcards. To send yourself once you've left the store. Because it will feel like you've been on a little trip. It really will.
(Cargo is located at 380 NW 13th Avenue in Portland, Oregon)