Some of you may disagree with my five star rating of Fat Helens. If you do, that’s cool. I just wouldn’t recommend visiting my house, you may find it in a similar state of bizarre disarray. Fat Helens is a vintage store. A real vintage store. It sells everything, fabric, buttons, clothes, furniture, stuff wot I found on the side of the road, you name it. And it’s all beautiful, in a unique and quirky kind of way. Trash and treasure markets got nothin’ on Fat Helen’s. I think it’s because I don’t have to wade through all the crap to get to the one good thing. No broken bits of toys here, or dog-chewed books. No faded k-mart tops getting sold off for a few dollars. No. This stuff is cool. The staff are delightful, complete nutters in the same lovely way their shop is a mad hatters tea party. Prices are fair to the value of the product — you’ll find things for spare change, and you’ll find things for spare limbs.