About The Ungeneral Store

There’s nothin’ general about the Ungeneral Store, and that’s why they call us ungeneral. We are the place where the odd things gather—the misfits, the nearly-forgotten, the lovely little whatsits that whisper when no one’s listening.

Open always. 24/7, 365. Because the muse keeps strange hours, and we wouldn’t dream of telling her otherwise.

We deal in art and apparel, in curios and characters. Things you don’t need until suddenly—you do. Each piece a story, each item a wink from the universe, each collection a kind of poem written in paint, thread, or ink.

Full of the sound and fury of exclusiveness, and signifying not so much after all. But who ever said meaning was the point?

Welcome to the Ungeneral Store where the shelves are strange, the hours are eternal, and the weird aisle welcomes you.