Decorative tea or coffee canisters, aged photos of women in traditional attire, and a small coffee cup with floral pattern on a wooden shelf against a wooden wall.
Vintage typewriter with the word 'CORONA' on it, an old book, and other papers on a dark table.
Two vintage leather-bound trunks, one yellow and one beige with decorative stitches, placed on the brick floor near a dark wooden table with turned legs.
Close-up of a turntable's stylus and tonearm on a vinyl record.
Multiple vintage cameras displayed on an orange surface, including a Zenit camera prominently in the foreground.

“What is that?” you ask yourself.

In the corner of a seldom-used attic sits an old wooden chest—wrapped in decorative metal bands, fitted with worn leather handles, and sealed with a brass latch. It looks like it hasn’t been touched in years.

You step closer and flick on your trusty flashlight (or phone—same difference). The corner is dim, the air stale, and the chest is coated in a thick layer of dust. You blow it off.

“AHH-CHOO!”
Yeah. Dust really isn’t your friend.

With the haze settling, you lean in. Intricate scrollwork is carved into the wood—faded, but still proud. You grip the narrow brass latch, give it a twist… and it pushes back. One more try.

Click.

You grab a cracked leather handle and drag the chest out into the open floor where you can actually see what you’re doing. More dust tumbles off the lid as you lift it. The top separates from the bottom with a soft creak, and you shine the light inside to see…

Dusty Garret Collectables.

Welcome—and thanks for visiting a dusty attic.

Don’t be shy. Look around. Everything Dusty finds is either a single piece or part of a set. Every so often, he scores a complete set, and those are the best days.

Maybe you’re hunting that one missing piece to finish your collection…
Or maybe you’re just starting your “I swear I’m only buying one thing” adventure.

Either way—Dusty hopes you find something that makes you grin.

And unlike most antique shops… you can browse these collectables in your underwear, and nobody takes notice.
Now that’s relaxing.