Holy Cow!

Tucked in to a hole-​in-​the-​wall in a forgettable strip mall on Lighthouse Avenue, I had never noticed this place until I happened to actually park my car and visit this mall on foot.
It’s an unusual combination of cow-​related trinkets and tchotchkes – who knew there were so many variations on the cow-​shaped creamer? – and religious icons. The most amazing things were what might be called the «divine bovine» hybrid items. While some people might consider them sacrilegious, I found them merely odd. (I suspect that the owner, a woman who looks like she lives with a houseful of cats, painted the crosses onto the cow creamer rumps herself.)
They have cow-​themed crucifixes and cross-​themed cow goods (all religious imagery in the store, cow-​like or otherwise, is Christian), none of which crossed the bounds into offensiveness, yet none of which I considered worth adding to my collection of home and/​or kitchen décor. Not my taste, doncha know (who really wants a Holstein-​patterned crucifix?). Yet the store is fascinating for its amazing ability to combine an almost Hieronymus Bosch/​Salvador Dali level of surrealism, a Fibber McGee level of object-​cramming, with a Walter/​Margaret Keane level of of kitsch.
The thing about hobby-​gone-​pro shops like these is that they tend not to last (anybody else remember the ill-​fated «Gone to Paris» in downtown PG?). So, if this sort of thing is, well, your sort of thing, go now, before they fail to make rent and have to declare bankruptcy.