A few years ago, I was driving up East Pine Street, just about to pass 13th, when I almost wrecked my car into the Cuff because SEQUIN COATED TUTUS were hanging from the parking-lot trees across the street. I immediately pulled over (safety first) to get a better look. It turned out there was a WHOLE ENTIRE STORE of gaudy nonsense!
And the Lipstick Lady. I wish I could remember her name. She had the brightest pink lipstick smeared across her lips (and also teeth). We mostly talked about the zodiac's personality assignments. I mentioned my October birthday was coming up, and the next thing I knew, she was wrapping a giant piece of gold lamé around me and insisting I try on that lipstick. "Libras and metallic fabric make an ESPECIALLY good match."
The junk store didn't seem to have regular hours, or even a name. I meant to go back, but never got around to it. When I was walking to work, I watched the building get torn down.