When real things happen to imaginary people

I have a weird yearning to go browsing on the Ave in the U-District. But I know that what I really want is to go browsing on the 90s era version of the Ave, complete with the Body Scent, all the little Indian import shops that sold velvet skirts, belled anklets, silver rings, and incense, and Pier One Imports. And the Junkman's Daughter 2nd hand clothing shop, where I once got a fabulous black wool military frock coat; braid so old it was had turned a tarnished silver color, hook & eye closure all the way down the front, POCKETS, and a braid-decorated accordion pleated strip above the right breast that was (I think) designed to hold bullets. I used those loops to hold dried roses, and to loop belled anklets through. ALL THE JINGLING.

(Now that I'm thinking about it, I REALLY miss that jacket. I wonder if I can recreate it using one of the ChicStar frock coats as a base. Goodness knows I've got a stash of silver braid I could use!)

At least Gargoyles Statuary is still there, and apparently that's where Edge of the Circle Books is now! I still may wander over that way this weekend, even if it won't be the trip of my memories.