Shopping & Services

Sophie doesn’t like to get her bangs cut, and don’t even talk to Annabelle about her tangles. Sometimes, a parent is the worst person for the job when it comes to kid grooming. That’s why we head to Snip-its when Sophie can’t see, or Annabelle’s locks are approaching the dread stage. Okay, so really, if we were nice, we’d comb our kids’ hair out first, but we leave the nice part to the Snip-its stylists, who ply our kids with candy and specially created Snip-it kid videos (sounds creepy, but trust us, once you see your kid go into that TV daze, you’ll be begging for a punch card at the front desk). Speaking of the front desk, when you check out, your kid gets to put a card in a special machine and claim a prize. The prize is free, unlike the irresistible hair accessories and other small toys, but the price you’ll pay is worth it for a well-groomed, happy kid. Now, if someone would just open a salon where you could get your newborn’s nails clipped.

With the asphalt melting under our soles in the triple-digit summer, shoes start to seem less like a fashion statement and more like a necessary evil. Those cool-looking Chucks and Docs give us sweaty toes and stinky feet, but walking around barefoot just isn’t an option. Fortunately, there are flip-flops, and for the fashionistas who won’t settle for some boring brown sandals, there are funky flip-flops at Go Kat Go. Whether you want to stand on some skeleton feet all summer long, or walk on some wicked-looking tiki heads, there’s a pretty pair waiting on the racks here, from colorful polka-dot designs to classic black-and-white checkers. And you won’t break the bank trying not to burn your feet, either there’s not a pair on the shelves that costs more than 20 bucks. They’ll even look good in winter, we promise.

The best thing about resale clothing is that you can get a Marc Jacobs blouse for less than $100 and True Religion jeans for about $150 less than full retail price. The worst thing about resale clothing is that the blouse you just dropped $85 on isn’t exactly your size, and those jeans are two inches too long. Don’t even get us started on the hell of vintage clothing. We love it, but our closet’s packed full of “project pieces” that we never got around to working on that dress that would look adorable if only it was shorter; that vintage tee that we were totally going to turn into a hot tank two summers ago. Which is why we’re in love with Sunset Clothing Xchange for inviting tailor Karen Mealey to set up shop in its break room. Mealey has years of experience she’s one of those I-used-to-make-outfits-for-my-Barbies kind of people. We’re convinced she can do anything, from fixing a zipper, to hemming our pants (keeping the original seam!), to creating a jacket out of toilet seat covers. Really, she has one. And it looks great. We were already delighted with Sunset for supplying us with designer clothes we have to dig for hours at other resale shops to find. The fact that we don’t have to pay full retail prices, and can have our clothes tailored exactly to our bodies all in one stop, is the reason Sunset makes us swoon.

This category was created and has been sustained for Last Chance by a certain New Times writer so thoroughly addicted to the store that he now has 13 barely different pairs of top-shelf Italian ankle boots. This writer wonders, as does his wife, if Last Chance itself has made this man gay. No, no, on further thought, this is simply an asexual get-rich-quick obsession like gold fever. The shopper here is prospecting, digging through the ripped Pure Stuff short-staple cotton shirt that should cost a buck to find the perfect 100 percent cashmere Clan Douglas sweater for 98.2 percent off. For the persistent and studied, there is gold in them thar hills. For the green, more often fools’ gold and frustration.

Okay, admit it you love to get a slamming deal on your kid’s clothes just as much as you love them looking cute, but you don’t have the time to scour through piles of semi-gross used clothes at the Goodwill or hit the garage sale scene every Saturday at 6 a.m. Never fear: Other Mothers is one of the largest spots in the Valley to sleuth out the chichi-est of kiddy clothes for the least amount of scratch. The real perk is the trade-in you know you have bags of old clothes you’ll never use again and Other Mothers pays better than most stores we checked out, giving you credit to burn. Go for the “get 10 outfits for 10 bucks” challenge (we made that up, but we tried it with success!) or buy a killer stroller for $30. Prices are generally 50 to 80 percent less than their retail price. With a rotating selection, and new product in almost daily, it pays to check in early and often to score those killer Guess Kids pants for $3. Other Mothers also resells a wide selection of women’s clothing, baby furniture, and toys at prices equally dirt cheap everything but men’s clothes. Don’t worry; tell your man to stay home and put away the money you’ll save for that 60-inch HDTV he’s been dreaming of. Score!

A lot of moms scoff at the idea of buying used children’s wear, picturing moth-eaten sweaters and stained onesies. Don’t feel bad; we did too. That is, until we found this gem of a kids’ shop hidden in a Chandler strip mall. The store is packed with rows of neatly hung apparel, from cute-as-a-button pink dresses to overalls for rambunctious toddlers. Everything smells fresh a hard thing to find in a resale store and all of the toys have been cleaned and repackaged in plastic for safety. You can find designer duds for a fraction of the price here if you look. There’s a huge selection from Baby Gap, and you can occasionally find a Baby Phat tee or an Apple Bottoms onesie hidden on the rack. Our special tip? Sometimes the best picks are hanging in the storefront window. Pink Easter dresses with white fur muffs. Winnie-the-Pooh embroidered coveralls. Kids grow up too fast, but Once Upon a Child will help keep them in cute clothes as long as they’re still little.

We want the kids to look cute, but all those buttons and bows and tulle and don’t even get us started on the challenges of Juicy Couture can get in the way of play. That’s why we love the “piggy brand” at This Little Piggy Wears Cotton. Indeed, our little piggies wear it whenever we can get our hands on it (hint: this place has great sales), and our favorites include the piggy logo, splashed all over a cotton dress or tee (they’ve even expanded to adult boxers and PJs). This season we are also coveting the bright blue apple print and the yellow with roses. There’s even a toile specially designed to celebrate Santa Barbara, This Little Piggy’s original home turf. We’d love to see a Biltmore toile. ‘Til then, we’re happy to dress the little ones in the rooster print.

If dressing for success gets you ahead in this world, then kids outfitted at Petite Chteau are destined to be doctors, lawyers, and maybe even president. The shop carries True Religion jeans, Lucky Brand, and tons of Juicy Couture. Sure, not everyone is willing to pay $40 for a layette, but this is the kind of place you go to splurge, not to pinch pennies. We can’t get enough of Chteau’s boys’ line. It can be difficult to find trendy boys’ duds that aren’t preppy, so check out Italian designer Rare’s edgy, modern tees and pants, which hover in the $40-to-$60 range. Screen-printed tees and layettes with clever sayings are really hot this year, and Petite Chteau is right on top of that trend. Our favorite is the “Does This Diaper Make My Butt Look Big?” onesie by Haute Stuff. Who knows what’s on baby’s brain before she can communicate, but if it’s anything like her Mommy, that question is already on her mind.

There are three categories that baby gifts fall into: essential, practical, and just plain cute. Crismon’s Baby Boutique has it all. For new mothers, there are comfy gliders to rock you and your infant to sleep. Grandparents-to-be will want to check out the store’s huge furniture inventory, from shaker-style pine changing tables to a black mission crib with smart green plaid linens. Mom will love the practicality of baby furniture as a gift, and the new Nana and Pop can subtly influence the room’s decor. For the bundle of joy, there are pastel layettes, a nice selection of onesies for comfort, and christening outfits that haven’t changed in more than a century. Yup, those long white wedding dresses or knickers and frilly button-up tops are still chic for baby’s first big day. We think the best gift at Crismon’s is the toddler-size rocker. As soon as baby’s old enough to hold her head up or crawl, she’ll love the custom-painted, cute-as-a-button chair personalized with her picture.

Walking through the door of Bears & More is like taking a trip back in time to an era long before Nintendo and Bratz dolls. Hundreds of lovable teddies perch on the shelves, each one with its own distinct personality. And we’re not talking blue-light specials here. These are high-quality mohair collectibles from industry names including Canterbury, Steiff, and Cooperstown. You can even customize your teddy without having to visit one of those mall shops where they cram the bear’s ass with stuffing and staple it shut. Just choose a cuddly plush toy and spruce it up with a pink parlor dress or a fireman’s uniform from the wide selection of outfits. The shop provides instructions on how to hand-make your own basic teddy if you’re handy with a needle and thread although we’ll just leave that one to the pros.

Our 5-year-old is obsessed with Calico Critters. If you’ve never heard of them, skip this category, and consider yourself lucky. These little pieces of fur-covered plastic are the bane of our current existence, and they’re damn hard to find, which is why we’re so lucky to have Kidstop, which stocks them in several varieties from the Calico Critters Marmalade Bears to the Calico Critters Pigglywink Pig Family, complete with their homes and furniture. Sure, those learning-centric toy stores are all good and you can find plenty of that stuff at Kidstop but the reality of child rearing is that sometimes, you need a Groovy Girl or an Ork Waghar (we have girls, so honestly, we don’t know what that is, but Kidstop has it and it looks scary and totally not the type of thing one of those creepy parenting magazines would tell you to buy your child) to really make the kid’s day. And who are we fooling? Isn’t that what parenthood and, certainly, grandparenthood is all about?

The other day, our kindergartner announced she was in pre-production on a play, and desperately needed material for costumes. We know from experience that even a trip to JoAnn’s can result in a bill over $20, for gauze and sequins that might never leave the bag. So we satisfied our thespian’s thirst for threads with a trip to SAS. For $6.71, we left with a bag packed with multicolored gems, lavender lace, ribbon, and even a few couldn’t-resists for mom. Don’t forget the play’s the thing!

The key to a pleasurable mall trip with the kids? Baby steps. Don’t try to tackle the whole place. Save that for a day you’ve got a sitter, or give up entirely and shop online in the middle of the night, like we do. If the A/C and bright colors of the mall beckon, head to Chandler Fashion Center and follow our simple instructions for a great time: Enter through the Barnes & Noble. Immediately stop at the Starbucks inside. Fortified, you can find yourself waylaid for quite a while in the children’s section, and if you work it right, you can grab yourself a book or magazine from the adult aisles. Or let Junior hand you something fun to read. The children’s section here even features a small wooden stage perfect for cuddling up to read or clearing off to perform. From B&N, you’ll be led directly to the small playground, limited to toddlers and open enough to guarantee you can watch your kid the whole time (other local malls’ indoor playgrounds include closed slides; you’ll drive yourself nuts making sure Junior’s okay). Do be careful there are no escapes into the elevator the playground’s one design flaw. The best part? You can go to Build a Bear or the candy store if you choose, but neither is visible from the playground itself, ensuring that the parent gets to make that call. We’re pretty certain the mall planners didn’t do that on purpose, but we’re grateful nonetheless.

You can buy your jeans and flannel at Wal-Mart, cowboy, but when it comes to boots, you’d better find the best around. And we’ve found them for you, at David Espinoza’s shop. It will take months, and it’ll cost you almost $500, but you’ll walk out of Espinoza Boot Maker with a pair of boots custom fit to your feet, with a one- or two-inch heel and the same attention to detail that the bootmakers of the 19th century turned to their craft. We know some picky cowpokes, and they say Espinoza is the place to go.

You may have seen Missy Keast doing her signing story time on the first Thursday morning of the month at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe, but did you know she’s now got her own series of signing videos for kids? Signing is all the rage right now don’t worry, studies have shown your baby will still talk, but she will be able to better communicate with you earlier, through sign. And there’s no better way for you and your baby to learn sign with apologies to the singsongy folks who bring us the nationally syndicated “Signing Time!” than with the “Signs for Intelligence” series. As the name implies, it’s a smarter choice. Keast, who has two young children of her own, carefully leads the viewer through a series of signs ranging from the alphabet to simple vocabulary words. And she’s got way better hair than that “Signing Time!” woman.

For many video-game enthusiasts, the main topic of conversation lately on bulletin boards and AIM exchanges is the next-gen console war among the PlayStation 3, the Nintendo Wii and the Xbox 360. That means only one thing for those of us who don’t give a crap: Cash-hungry kiddies everywhere will be throwing their old games and systems into hock to save up $600 for a PS3. That is to say, this fall and winter will be a prime time to stock up on all those games you’ve been meaning to play but couldn’t afford or find before. So whether you’re looking for that elusive copy of Zombies Ate My Neighbors or Chrono Trigger, or looking to beef up your current-gen Xbox collection with a minimal amount of damage to your wallet, Bookman’s offers more button-mashing for less, and that’s always good news for the hard-wired gamer set.

Are your “Spidey senses” tingling? Okay, you didn’t need superpowers to guess that AABC would be our pick. After 25 years of serving comic book junkies, this eight-time Best of Phoenix winner is still hailed as a geek’s wet dream. The shelves are stuffed with more than a million back issues, from golden age originals like The Avengers and Green Lantern to the modern cult classic Sandman. While waiting for the next installment of Witchblade, you can stock up for your party, which, in this case, means a couple of 20-sided dice, some Magic: The Gathering cards and a plastic model of the buxom Lady Death to keep you company. Forget Internet dating this is the best place for a true geek-to-geek hookup. “Where did you meet Mommy?” “Our eyes met over a rare copy of Uncanny X-Men #247, son, and I knew she was the one for me.” With any luck, their kind will multiply like Tribbles, producing an endless supply of customers for AABC.

We’ve said it before, and we’ll say it again: Changing Hands offers the best in book shopping, hands down. That’s partly because it has such an amazing selection of new and used books. (Last time we were there, we bought the latest Augusten Burroughs at a discount and a 100-year-old sex manual for two bucks where else could we have scored both of these titles in one place?) But it’s also because the people who work there unlike most of the chain stores around town clearly love books as much as we do. Want proof? Look no further than the helpful “employee pick” notes the clerks tuck into books, or the smiley and well-informed assistance they offer to book nerds like us. Not to mention the nice balance of famous and up-and-coming authors who read from their books at Changing Hands none of this “only best-selling authors” nonsense at our favorite bookshop (although you’ll find your share of those, as well). If you don’t find us browsing the stacks here, look for us next door at the adjoining Wildflower Bread Company, where we love to make a pit stop. And hey, one more thing: We hate cheesy chains as much as the next guy, but we wouldn’t mind seeing another Changing Hands maybe in downtown Phoenix?

Yet again we would have loved to give this category to a wonderful indie bookseller, but that would imply that Phoenix actually has one with a decent magazine rack. And since hell hasn’t frozen over yet in the desert, Borders on Mill is still our top pick. Whether you’re looking for gardening tips or interviews with world leaders, you’ll find what you need somewhere among the store’s six aisles of glossy publications. There’s Glamour, Cosmopolitan, Maxim or Mental Floss if you actually want to exercise your noggin. Trekkies can blend in with normal folks while perusing the latest Starlog, and with so many titles crammed on the shelves, no one will notice if you grab a copy of Teen People. The best part is that Borders never seems to mind customers sitting down with a latte and thumbing through a periodical, even if you decide not to buy.

It doesn’t matter if we’re picking up a gift for a friend, or just a pick-me-up for ourselves we’ll take any excuse to pore over the shelves of goodies at MADE. Ever since this minuscule shopping space expanded a few months ago, there’s been even more to tempt us: pretty jewelry, yummy-smelling soaps, exquisite woodwork, and cute ceramics all made by local artists, hence the store’s name plus a cheeky variety of books and greeting cards. But what really make this shop a perfect fit on Roosevelt Row are its art exhibitions, featuring functional pieces by local artists focusing on different themes, such as handmade clocks, birdhouses, or planters. It’s an incredibly affordable way to support local talent. There is one catch, though: Savvy shoppers and art collectors inevitably snatch these right up at the show’s opening reception. So if the idea of buying an artist-made objet sounds irresistible, sign up for the store’s newsletter to stay in the loop on upcoming shows and events. You wouldn’t want to miss a good theme party, now, would you?

We may not have to deal with dashing through the snow during the winter holidays, but there are the usual retail disappointments when it comes to the aisles of monotonous Santa-themed gifts. Ditch the rabid shoppers fighting for cheesy fat-guy merch and stroll into this bright and bold contemporary gift shop created by the masters of campy pop-type home furnishings over at the year-round staple, Haus. Holiday Haus carries non-traditional, non-Santa-type holiday items such as a winter survival kit that comes with hand wipes, mistletoe mints, earplugs and a shot glass. Adult gifts include Knock Knock sex flash cards, retro Jonathan Adler ceramic accessories, and holiday cards handmade with felt materials by local biz Laboratory5. The fun selection of kids’ toys ranges from cards and games to cosmo pop dolls and old books. The high on style and low on clich shop is open from November through January.

We love Lush so much, we gave this creative bath and body store a Best of Phoenix last year, even before the first Valley location opened. In the past year, we haven’t been disappointed! In fact, we’ve gone back several times, to stock up on charcoal face soap, lemony flutter cuticle butter, and our favorite, bubbling bath bars with a unique smell we can’t get enough of. We love that Lush puts out cookies and lemonade on a Sunday afternoon, and always labels its products with a cute drawing of the person who actually made the item. Best of all, we love buying Lush products as gifts it mitigates our guilt, because we have to admit that the prices are a little steep. But really, what price can you put on the head of your child, we think to ourselves, as we buy our daughter’s teacher the “Happy Gift” a box filled with six Lush products, scented with orange, jasmine, ginger and rose, for $45? And what the heck, we’ll buy ourselves a “Desperate Housewife,” too (including a Two Timing Tart bath bomb and Smitten Hand Cream, $22.50). We deserve it.

We’ve gotten to the point where we dread hearing the word “birthday.” And “Christmas”? Don’t get us started. In our overstocked, overstimulated, overdone world, the “perfect gift” just doesn’t exist anymore particularly when you’re trying to buy for the type who thinks the word “shop” is the worst kind of four-letter word. That’s why we’re so happy we found Sportsman’s, particularly the gift bar, where we can make one stop and pick up something for every outdoorsman on the list from a GPS to a flashlight to binoculars, Sportsman’s stocks a wide variety of camping toys. Does your loved one prefer the outdoors from afar? Buy a cute woodsy frame and put a picture of yourself in it, sitting by the campfire and cross another name off your list.

We were bummed when The Gap on Mill Avenue went belly up, but it always makes us even sadder to see a small, independent business go under. That’s why we’re so happy to report that after many years in business, Purple Lizard is still going strong, tucked into a small, packed space at the intersection of 15th Avenue and Thomas Road. We almost always run into someone we know at Marguerite’s cozy shop, stocked with Flax, CP Shades, Dansko and other favorite, often hard-to-find brands, as well as original jewelry that puts any schlocky arts festival to shame. Our favorite is the line with bright blue and pink beads and other items strung and knotted with orange thread, adorned with clasps the artist commissions in New Mexico. Every item in the shop is a treasure, treated as such with great care as it’s wrapped and presented, either as a gift or just for you.

We thought we had original taste, until we walked into Frances. Then the mixed emotions started. On one hand, we were delighted to see vintage cowboy boots alongside oilcloth, rhinestoned belt buckles next to the cutest lines of greeting cards we’d seen in a long time. On the other hand, we had to realize that not only is our taste unoriginal, it’s not nearly as good as the taste of the owner, Georganne Bryant, who named this adorable shop after her grandmother and filled it with the most imaginative, whimsical, must-have stuff in town. There’s a vintage section with carefully chosen dresses, purses and tees. A baby section, with only the best for the newest. Orchid-scented candles, polka-dotted flip-flops, jewelry, garden supplies. We’re in love. We’ve always wanted to open our own boutique, but now there’s no reason. Thank you, Frances!

Enter IKEA and take a quick left turn before escalating into the twisting maze of kitchen and bedroom vignettes, past the Bistro (okay, you can stop for a frozen yogurt), and head straight to the “As Is” room just on the other side of the checkout lines. Find discarded display furniture, overstock, and slightly dinged furniture and accessories. We found a fully assembled, lighted shelving unit with glass doors for $50, headboards for $5, thermal cotton bathrobes for $9, and a large solid wood kitchen island for $80. Aside from the price, the real bonus is that it’s all already assembled! Bring a vehicle to transport your goods, though, as you must take the items the day you purchase them. No holds past the purchase date. We also found salespeople in this department willing to help load heavy items onto rolling carts (yes, you take them right through the checkout), and they were actually, on occasion, willing to mark down clearance merchandise even further!

There’s something exciting about watching a fully restored classic car cruise down the street. In a sea of Hondas, Toyotas and other off-the-assembly-line cars, it’s nice to see people putting thought into what they drive. And if you’re into classic or custom cars, you’ve probably experienced the frustration of trying to buy a part from Pep Boys or any other chain auto parts store. Which is why So-Cal Speed Shop is a car customizer’s dream. The shop has specialized in vintage Ford and Chevrolet parts for 32 years, and the knowledgeable staff can get hard-to-find parts from the manufacturer and into your hands with a quick turnaround. If you’re into cars, this is the kind of place you could spend a day in, and even if you don’t know (or care) about auto parts, there’s enough Americana and nostalgia in here to keep you occupied while your car buff shops. Check out the fully restored Model-T in the front of the shop it’s cool enough to make it obvious why some people spend major dollars fixing up a rusted-out piece of junk and turning it into something that’ll turn heads on the freeway.

Just when you think you’ve seen everything Phoenix has to offer, you discover this towering maze of boxes stuffed with papier-mch teapots, tiny plastic feet, and soaring stacks of grosgrain. Diane Ribbon and Notions, founded by Diane Rust’s family in the 1940s, is likely to awaken the inner crafter in anyone. There, you’ll find everything you’ll ever need to make stuff prettier: sacks of bugle beads to gem-tone your cell phone with; “Sad Hobo” heads to adorn a yarn-covered Kleenex box; and enough Mod Podge to shellac your entire house with. We can’t remember what life was like before this wholesale notions company was opened to the public a couple of years ago, and we don’t want to. All we know is the present, which is covered in sequins and decoupage; and the future, which we plan to devote to the lost art of safety pin jewelry. We know we’ll find everything we need at Diane’s.

Scrapbooking has practically eclipsed baseball as the national pastime. There are scrapbooking clubs, scrapbooking newsletters, even sold-out scrapbooking conventions. When’s the last time you saw a full house at a Diamondbacks game? Mystic Paper may not be the largest scrapbooking store in the area, but it’s always well-stocked, and with the antique store in front, you can pick up a couple of old tintype photos or antique advertisements to lend authenticity to your keepsake. There’s a huge assortment of printed papers and vellum, punches, die-cutouts and cute little knobs shaped like door handles. The reason we love this shop so much is that the staff’s friendly craft ideas are (mostly) idiot-proof. So, guys, next time you’re looking to impress your wife or girlfriend, grab a fistful of photos and get some supplies from The Peddler’s Wife. Chocolates melt, flowers die, but a handmade scrapbook is forever.

We love stamps. Not the cutesy ones you can buy at the craft store, but the kind we make ourselves sort of with the help of the kind folks at the Phoenix Rubber Stamp Company. Did you know that you can take your kids’ artwork (or your own, for that matter), Xerox a black copy and get a stamp made out of it? You can, and at this place you can do it in almost every size. Okay, so now our holiday cards won’t be quite so original, but we figure Best of Phoenix is all about sharing the love.

If you’re looking for the basics for hot pink envelopes with matching paper or brown paper bag cardstock head to Xpedx, where we’ve found the biggest selection and the friendliest staff in town. Call ahead; this place keeps odd hours, probably aimed at big business more than the little person (the store opens and closes early), but even you, looking for just one ream of pale pink paper that will offset your newborn’s face just so, will get great service, good prices, and the prettiest paper we’ve found.

This place is a paper slut’s dream and if you don’t think such a person exists, head over to the Paper Studio, and you’ll see them wandering the aisles, fingering the handmade paper and super-cute stationery. This store is a cut above the rest, featuring a gallery with rotating exhibits, and classes on topics including letterpress, papermaking and Polaroid transfers. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a better paper shop!

If you actually know what the term “findings” means, then you’ve come to the right category because our guess is that many of you won’t, even if you’ve delved into the world of beading. It took us months before we figured out the term; we were too busy buying beads at gem shows, bead shops, on eBay. Then one day we realized we had pounds of beads, but no way to wear them. That’s where findings come in clasps, wire, loops, tools all the stuff you use to make the stuff you wear. S II only sells wholesale, so you’ve gotta be hard-core (or, like us, have a friend who is), but trust us it’s worth it for the friendly service, wide selection and great prices. And finally, you’ll be able to display those cool vintage Czech buttons you bought in the middle of the night online last winter.

You’ll want to leave your purse in the car before entering this bead store (no large bags are allowed for fear you’ll “accidentally” drop a few beads inside), but don’t forget your wallet! Putting a crafter without cash in Beads Galore would be like shoving a plate of tiramisu in front of someone who just had gastric bypass surgery. This store a staple at the gem show held each winter in Tucson packs in a massive selection of bead strands, from freshwater pearls to malachite and jade to exotic baubles of carved bone and wood. The smiling staff is always ready to assist in picking good color combinations or point you in the direction of basics like wire and spacers. We’ve spent hours digging through the bulk bins for just the right shade of periwinkle Czech glass flowers, or drooling over semi-precious strands. When we had a question about some vintage beads we hadn’t even purchased at Beads Galore, a staffer led us through a hallway to the back office, where Bernie, the proprietor, sat at a desk. He fingered the strand for a moment, then rattled off the bead, country of origin and year created. This is a bead shop that won’t just string you along!

A trip around this under-the-radar west-side shop quickly puts those overpriced pottery stores scattered around the Valley into immediate and lesser perspective. You’ll know a potter’s truly devoted to ceramics if he or she mentions Marjon’s. It’s hard to imagine a better selection of pottery wheels, molds, bisque wear, glazes, and, of course, the magical clay itself. But this joint ain’t just for pros. If, like us, you utterly lack talent and experience, fear not. Buy an already “fired” mold, glaze it on the spot, and the staff will stick it in a kiln for you. Or better yet, take it home and paint it at your leisure. The results are guaranteed to make you appear “artistic.” Maybe.

Packed to overflowing with cool yarns and fibercraft implements, this Old Town Scottsdale staple is to local knitting stores what Durant’s is to Phoenix restaurants. In terms of yarn selection, you won’t find a more extensive array of commercial and hand-spun fibers. And while that’s a definite plus, the thing that keeps yarn fanatics going back to AZ Knitting is the wealth of knowledge that dwells within this stitchin’ grotto. You’d be hard-pressed to stump owner Rebecca with a project question, and if she’s occupied (she has a legion of fans in fact, she refuses to give out her last name, because she’ll get calls at home from eager knitters), her staff is among the friendliest and most helpful of any Phoenix business, graciously imparting “purls” of wisdom upon the masses.

Swatch out! There’s a new kid in town, and “her” name is Jessica. This recent addition to Valley knit shops is a much-needed breath of fresh air with a warm, well-organized feeling. Yarns are attractively arranged in traditional baskets and bins throughout the store. Everywhere you look, the latest titles in knitting literature are prominently displayed, so you can gain inspiration while sneaking a touch of the latest cashmere. Comfy sofas provide another good reason to stay a while, and the communal work table always seems to be buzzing with a generous cross section of the new knitting generation. Even the Web site is a tribute to modernity. Jessica Knits successfully creates a cool environment where men, women, and children of all skill levels feel comfortable and welcome. The stitch is back!

If you’ve been to a Valley gallery recently, there’s a good chance that you saw some fine work, and we’re not necessarily talking about the art thanks to John Kitts’ custom framing store. The store provides professional services for artists, galleries, and corporate and private collections. Frames are handcrafted and milled in the shop. These people are so good that they possess exclusive rights to build and design the Weston Series frames for Kim Weston’s center in Carmel, California. The main room features rotating photography shows opening with receptions every third Friday, and a tiny office houses silver gelatin prints from photography legends Alfred Stieglitz and Brett Weston. 422 also designs and builds contemporary furniture including cabinets and tables, as well as unique art displays such as sculpture pedestals and rare book stands.

Don’t try this at home, kids. Every little girl wants pointe shoes as soon as she sees her first Nutcracker, but not every little girl will have them not if she has a good teacher, that is. Pointe is only for the right feet, the right body and the right student. If you’re lucky (and hardworking enough) that your teacher says, “En pointe!” then hope she or he takes you nowhere but Barry’s, where ballerinas big and small have been fitted for pointe shoes for decades. Barry’s is also the one-stop shop for tights, leotards, lamb’s wool all the accouterments a ballerina could ask for, except perhaps for the Band-Aids she’ll no doubt need, after some time in those pointe shoes.

The first thing you need to know about Janet’s is that there is no Janet. The company namesake was bought out a few years back by a couple of characters named Ms. Sieni and Mr. Bill, and the duo kept the handle because of its recognition value among local estate-sale mavens. The second thing you need to know about Janet’s is that it’s the hardest-working outfit in the Valley, bar none, hosting (re)sales approximately 45 weeks out of the year. And third, we highly recommend Janet’s because it serves the urban core. Sure, there are numerous excellent crews operating out of Sun City the estate-sale Valhalla but who wants to drive that gas-guzzling beater to hell and back when you can search for that perfect vintage wig (or Sunbeam Mixmaster, or Royal Worcester finebone-china set) right in your own backyard?

Looking for cowboy/cowgirl collectibles? Good luck. They’re getting harder and harder to find, even here in the West. But if you’ve just gotta have a Ranch oak end table, an old Gene Autry metal lunchbox, a mask worn by Clayton “The Lone Ranger” Moore, or an autographed Tex Ritter guitar, High Noon is the best “brick and mortar” place to look (especially for those who demand the absolute authenticity that eBay can’t). The Los Angeles-based company takes its memorabilia show on the road every year, and Phoenix is always one of the most successful stops, with more than 300 certified dealers in Western and Native American goods hawking their rare wares. The 17th annual edition will take place in January at the Phoenix Convention Center.

If Commandant Klink of Hogan’s Heroes was alive today and needed some fancy fascist dress epaulets for his National Socialist Party duster, he could find ’em at this little gem of a store in Old Town Mesa, known across the Valley and the state as the place to find antique and vintage militaria. While Nazi collectibles are not particularly rare, they’re increasingly hard to come by (what with eBay’s ban on sales of the controversial mementos) and are duly cherished by collectors. History by George caters to hard-core Nazi nuts with a full slate of Third Reich regalia, from daggers to badges to armbands to medals. Shhh just don’t tell the skinheads.

If you want a ’60s-vintage lounge chair yesterday, you need to hit one of the mod joints in the Seventh Avenue Melrose District. However, that’s a fairly pricey option, as vintage furniture on Seventh tends to be expensive at least in comparison to Antique Plaza Annex, a cool little furniture/antique emporium located in Old Town Mesa. If you’ve got loads of patience, you’ll turn up some great finds at this store because of its high turnover of goods; there’s a whole new load of old stuff on a weekly basis. Some of our pickups have included a three-piece set of old movie-theater seats, several examples of blond-finished wood furniture from the ’50s, and an H.R. Giger-meets-Ward Cleaver Contour Chair Lounge with Viverator (i.e., built-in massager) manufactured by the Lounge Co. of St. Louis, Mo.

We know someone who’s taken to inviting people she only barely likes to visit her at home, just so she can show off the swank boomerang table she bought at Vintage Solutions, a shop we can barely stand to stay out of ourselves. We have yet to figure out whether the owners of the store formerly known as The Garden Party have the same eclectic taste in furnishings as we do, or if our taste was completely formed by shopping in this cool collection of early- and mid-century furniture and accessories. The Nylon Frizee-covered barrel chair ($60) we bought there this past summer looks great alongside the fringed lampshades ($6 apiece!) and the hand-painted ’50s occasional table ($22). And don’t get us started on the gorgeous set of like-new 1950s ceramic dishware we bought here service for 40, plus serving pieces, for only $150! No matter how often we go, Vintage Solutions always solves our decorating needs as well as our need to shop for cool stuff.

This place used to be tied on our list with the Florence Crittendon Thrift Shop on Central Avenue as our fave odor-free find-a-bargain hot spot, but now that Flo has closed, Assistance League tops our list solo. Roomy, well-organized, and always chock-full of fabulous finds, Assistance League is the cleanest secondhand store in town. Its recent expansion has added another whole room of high-end, low-priced goodies; there’s no crap to wade through to get to the best stuff. On our last visit, we bought a still-sealed Andy Williams Christmas album; a ’50s chrome-and-plastic kitchen canister set; and a never-used electric pizzelle iron, all for just $16. But beware: This chic shop shuts down at 3 p.m. every day, and the blue-apron-clad workers begin advising customers of this fact about an hour before. We like to think that’s because they need to get back out into the world to find us some more great stuff for next to no money. For which we’re thankful.

Claustrophobics beware; this quaint little shop is so overstuffed with goodies that the merchandise overflows into the aisles, making patrons hold their breath, pull in the paunch, and scooch along sideways to navigate. The Antique Outpost is a throwback to the days when there were no such things as antique malls, just mom-and-pop shops like this one, which has been owned and operated by Winn and Frank Green since 1967. Pa Green is nowhere to be seen not that there’d be any room for him but Ma rules the roost from behind a tiny counter that’s only slightly bigger than a breadbox. Like the Outpost itself, Winn’s a real time-travel trip, chatting up customers with her bone-dry wit and sharing her intimate knowledge of, well, just about everything except eBay, an outlet she adamantly refuses to utilize, bless her stubborn heart. We say hurrah for her, though being eBayers ourselves we can’t help salivating over her treasure trove of hard-to-find collectibles, which includes an offsite collection of 200,000-plus vintage postcards that’s probably worth a cool mil all by itself.

We hate the “retro” look. We’re gonna hold out for the real thing. This is why we love Retro-Redux. It’s not an Antiques Roadshow owner Beth Lipham is much more fun than that. Specializing in mid-century antiques, the store caters to the mod squad; lacquer lamps, laminate tables and fondue pots abound, without a Victorian armoire in sight. Not only that, Lipham keeps her prices well below book, so those of us without trust funds can afford to feel fancy. On a recent visit, we spotted a dining room set by mid-century furniture god Haywood Wakefield priced hundreds of dollars below its normal list price. Our favorite find? A black velvet picture of Saint Peter’s crucifixion. It goes great with our new chartreuse sofa and bitter sense of irony.

When you walk into an antique store and dust doesn’t fly, you know you’re not going to score any rusty tin signs or Beanie Babies. So it is with Antique Gatherings, an 18,000-square-foot mall that’s packed to the rafters with high-end goods. Though the dealer wares are constantly changing as with any antique mall this is a great place to start if you’re seeking something on the order of a well-preserved armoire or fainting couch, a Tiffany lamp, Capodimonte porcelain figurines, Villeroy & Boch ceramics, or china/glassware by the likes of Hadley, Limoges, or Royal Daulton. Antique Gatherings also has a dealer who specializes in rare books, and there’s a large booth in back where you can buy (non-vintage) incense, candles and other aromatic delights.

We don’t recommend many chains in Best of Phoenix, but here’s one we can’t resist. Any time we feel our lives falling apart (and that’s often), we head over to Cost Plus to find something to hold the pieces. We’re never disappointed, particularly when there’s a clearance sale. Even at full price, the enormous selection of imported baskets (big and small; rough and soft; colorful and earth-toned) makes us feel like we really can hold the whole world in our hands. Or, rather, our baskets.

The name JC Penney doesn’t usually conjure visions of shabby-chic treasures and super-cute baby clothes, but we make an exception for the shell of the former department store, at the intersection of Main Street and Robson in historic downtown Mesa. The original brickwork remains, but the rest of this building has been transformed into a two-story, high-end boutique mall housing Domestic Bliss, Baby Bliss and Bella Fine downstairs, and Green B clothing boutique upstairs. High ceilings and hardwood floors are the backdrop, and onstage, vintage meets new fashion. Domestic Bliss offers fine linens, bedroom accessories and custom design with an emphasis on shabby-chic flair. Find a white cottage play area for the kids as you shop for baby couture and high-dollar accessories such as nursery chandeliers in Baby Bliss. Bella Fine offers Tuscany-inspired home accessories and specializes in oversize mirrors, wall clocks, and custom floral designs. Upstairs, pass through Green B’s pink and pressed glass antique door to indulge your inner diva with some serious bling. Embellished tee shirts, crystal studded belts, purses and slippers dot the dark green and black backdrop reminiscent of a Paris boutique. Be prepared to drop some of your own green: We found fabulous hand-stitched tee shirts for (gulp) $137. But just think the eye candy is free.

If you’re looking for the latest Britney Spears or Kelly Clarkson tracks, look elsewhere. On the other hand, if you need indie ska, punk, reggae or anything alternative, Stinkweeds is the place to go. Owner Kimber Lanning personally trains the staff, and the turnover rate is low, so you can bet that the folks behind the counter will have the answers you need. Like The Clash? Employees recommend former front man Joe Strummer’s latest disc. Looking for a rare Rolling Stones album? The cashier thumbs past a Stones placard in the large vinyl section, which features new releases and an ample selection of used originals. The store’s focus is on vintage and catalogue-only music, but Lanning is also on top of the hottest fledgling bands plying CDs like Beirut’s debut album Gulag Orkestar before the group hits big. Unfortunately, the Tempe Stinkweeds closed earlier this year so Lanning could devote more time to the independent business booster Arizona Chain Reaction, one of her other passions, but the Phoenix hub is still rockin’ strong.

Thank goodness for word of mouth, because Baiz Market discreetly nestled between the I-10 and a housing complex is not the kind of place we’d likely stumble upon. Even at that, it’s not too far off the beaten path, and it’s certainly worth a visit on those days when only a piping hot platter of chicken shawarma or shish kebab will satisfy our rumbling bellies. Along with speedy counter service for lunch and dinner, Baiz packs in every conceivable necessity for cooking Middle Eastern and Mediterranean food at home. Thanks to an in-house bakery, pita and pastries here are as fresh as can be. The meat and produce selection rivals that of larger grocery stores, and when it comes to pantry basics like olive oil and olives, cheese, pickles, and nuts, well, we never knew there could be so many choices. It’s also fun to browse the cooking utensil and housewares aisles, where we spotted shiny teapots, the cutest espresso cup-and-saucer sets, and quite the glitzy assortment of hookahs (right next to myriad flavored tobaccos). We’ll stop here next time we need to pick up a gift, and probably treat ourselves, too.

We were thrilled when this outdoor public market opened last year at the intersection of Central Avenue and McKinley Street. We’re even happier that the market is still going strong and the number of vendors has doubled. Among our favorite new booths are Dave The Egg Man’s assorted selection of chicken, goose, and duck eggs; Bread Basket Bakery’s natural bread, pudding, muffins, and granola; and the best sarsaparilla in the Old West from Sonoran Brewing Company. You can still enjoy fresh-picked veggies ranging from bok choy, Swiss chards, and sunflower sprouts to topiary beans, spinach, and golden beets, all grown locally by organic farmers Blue Sky Organics and Maya’s Farms. More artists and crafters have set up shop as well, including Oliverio Balcells’ original travel photography prints, and Alan Jones’ handcrafted ceramics. All vendors now accept credit cards (yet another improvement), and the market is open year-round each Saturday from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m., rain or shine.

Friends keep inviting us out to dinner well, not out to dinner, exactly. More like out to cook. We took one up on the offer, and luckily landed at Entrees Made Easy, a place that lives up to its name. In just an evening’s time and with no small amount of assistance we pulled together a dozen tasty meals, ready to freeze. Meals were varied, including chicken, beef, pork and pasta, and each meat dish came with a starch and a vegetable side. We were a little worried we weren’t up to the culinary task, but really, anyone could do this: They provide all of the ingredients, chopped and sliced for you, and you just measure everything and combine it in its own takeaway container, which you simply pop into your freezer once you get home. Not only did we enjoy it, but our significant other was happy for days to come, and the kids were surprised that chicken can be served in a form other than the nugget.

In the past several years, we’ve noticed several strips of Phoenix that have seemingly sprouted all kinds of cool, overnight. Just add water, and up pops the complex housing Pane Bianco, Lux Coffeebar and Passage. Prune a bit, and you have Roosevelt Row. We know the truth these “instant” meccas of merch and coffee don’t happen by accident, not without a ton of work. But we want to give props to the smart entrepreneurs who notice it pays to group the groovy stuff together. That’s why we want to mention the strip along Seventh Street that, all of a sudden, held a fabulous Belgian restaurant (Trente-Cinq 35); an amazing wine bar (Lisa G); and a hip coffee house (Drip). Boutiques are slated to open, there’s at least one hair salon we’re in heaven. No, wait. We’re in Phoenix. Same diff?

Okay, it’s in Snottsdale (as compared with Allwhitetookee), but for those of us who like a good bookstore (Barnes & Noble, in this case), a good restaurant or two (Zinc, and North, among others), plenty of comfortable places to sit outside, and absolutely fabulous people-watching, this is a cool spot. The centerpiece of this 38-acre development is a quasi-Main Street and a beautifully landscaped Central Plaza, the latter of which features a fountain that sporadically spews thin jets of water from several spouts. The little kids love Kierland, and so do the parents, who sit blissfully beneath the large gazebo and gab by the hour with their lattes. And that ice cream joint adjacent to the plaza (Cold Stone Creamery) just may have nailed itself the best location in town.

It’s Friday evening and you’ve got a paycheck burning a hole in your pocket. Since you wanna hit some bars tonight, you’re gonna need some cash in a flash, pal. Too bad all the banks closed hours ago, leaving the option of either sitting at home watching South Park reruns, or hitting up one of the countless check-cashing stores dotting nearly every street corner. Instead of dealing with sky-high fees and long lines with these neon-lighted moneychangers, head for the neighborhood store run by Todd and Bassam Radai. There’s a greenback shack inside the shop where the brothers will gladly turn your check, be it personal, payroll, or tax-related, into a stack of simoleons for a 1 percent fee. The pair will even let you cash your weekly wage slip as late as 8 p.m. Monday through Saturday. If you become a regular and your check’s less than a C-note, they might even pay you out of their own wallets. Now that’s service.

If you’ve got a fervor for felines or want to get into some heavy petting, peep the plethora of pussycats available at either of the Arizona Humane Society’s two Valley shelters and help satisfy your particular cat fancy. For anywhere from $35 to $75 (based on the kitty’s age and the length of time it’s stayed at the facility), you’ll get your paws on a Felis catus that’s been spayed or neutered, vaccinated, and tested for feline leukemia. The pussy package also includes a free collar, ID tag, and follow-up examination, and is a better deal than you’d get from any of Maricopa County’s animal shelters. The nonprofit organization even has a better selection to boot, offering up hundreds of kitties for adoption each week, with breeds ranging from plain old tabbies and tortoiseshells to exotics like Persian and Himalayan. Basically, the Arizona Humane Society is the cat’s meow.

Looking to take a pretty little filly back to the farm? Then gallop down to Gilbert’s safe haven for neglected horses and feral cats. Founded in 1995 by animal activist Kimberly Meagher, whose board of directors includes ex-Monkees dreamboat Davy Jones, the ranch works year-round to prevent horse slaughter by saving hundreds of animals from neglect and premature death. If you don’t have the space for a horse, but still want to help a frisky four-legged creature, consider making a donation to sponsor the ranch’s Kitty City colony, where spayed and neutered feral cats live out their lives in safety. (Occasionally, a Kitty Citizen becomes rehabilitated enough to go home with a loving family.) Purchase horse- and feline-themed art at the Mudpony Art Gallerie, where 20 percent of the gallery’s proceeds are donated to help the ranch. Horse sponsorship and the “bale a horse out” feeding program are also available to animal-loving urbanites.

It seems like people are content to buy their musical instruments with their groceries and electronics these days. With mega-stores now selling cheapie beginner packages for the Valley’s dilettante musicians, indiscriminate shoppers spend their hard-earned cash for inferior product without thinking about warranties or a guarantee of service. For the rest of us who think it’s important that the people selling the instruments actually know what they’re talking about (or at the very least know the difference between a tenor and an alto sax), there’s Metro Music Center, the longest-standing single location instrument store in Glendale. Metro services a diverse clientele everyone from the guitar-slinging emo kids to accordion-happy mariachis. A plus Metro Music features a staff of talented instructors who offer private lessons on every instrument from oboe and violin to guitar and piano let’s see Costco try giving flute lessons!

Nobody in the Valley can repair and rehab guitars and amps better, faster or with more character than Richard Beck. Beck has 25 years of experience in the guitar-repair game, and is known to musicians throughout the Valley as the only choice in skillful, high-quality guitar repair. The exclusive repair shop for artists such as Glen Campbell and members of the Meat Puppets, Beck’s is everything one could ask for in the realm of guitar and amp repair. Throw in the engaging and penetrating personality of Richard Beck, and you’ll know why Beck’s Guitar Specialty Services is the absolute best guitar repair in the PHX.

DJ-friendly wax copy of the hip-hop Gorillaz check. Obscure Albert Ayler ESP 180-gram free jazz reissue check. Nigel Peppercock punk rock gatefold check. This is what a typical visit to Tempe’s version of High Fidelity will look like for vinyl junkies and newbies alike. Since 1986, Eastside has carried aisles of dusty crates filled with new and used vinyl galore and a no-nonsense attitude to boot; just try to come up with a musician whose discography these audiophiles can’t break down in the time it takes to flip over a record (you’ll take home a complimentary dust bunny with your purchase, either way). The store’s inventory bridges the analog/digital divide with a healthy supply of major and small-label CD releases while shelves of underground lit, band tees, a smattering of discounted turntables, and kooky action figures round out the merchandise like a sweet 33 1/3 rotation.

How much would you pay for that last Sheryl Crow CD you need to make your collection complete? $12? $15? How about $4.99? That’s what we paid for one of her older discs on a recent trip to Tempe’s Zia Record Exchange, the music mecca for starving artists and broke college students. The store carries thousands of used titles, from death metal to country, plus the hot new albums in each category. Fat Joe? Got it. Nine Inch Nails? Check. Vanilla Ice? Sadly (and not unexpectedly), there’s a whole row of that one. Not only are the prices super cheap, but you don’t even need money to make a purchase. Just bring a few CDs for trade (come on, we know you have some Weezer lying around gathering dust) and you can get store credit toward that killer Snow Patrol disc you’ve been dying for.

Whether you’re a world traveler, a cook, or just a curious soul, head to this enormous international grocery store for an in-town adventure filled with new sights and smells. Anchoring the northeast corner of the Valley’s most bustling intersection of Asian culture (Dobson and Warner roads in Chandler), Lee Lee could almost be mistaken for a Safeway from the outside. Inside, it’s a different story. Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean cuisines loom large in the incredible array of ethnic offerings, along with far-flung flavors from the Caribbean, India, Africa, and South America. Who cares if you can’t read all of the labels? The exotic packaging is pure eye candy. You’ll find entire aisles devoted to noodles and tea, drinks and cooking utensils. Seafood here is the freshest, most unusual selection around. Pick up some barracuda or blue-lipped parrot fish, or head to the tanks, where live tilapia peer back at you, their tiny mouths opening and closing in a silent chorus. With bunches of bok choy, bins of tiny Indian eggplant, and piles of sprouts and mint leaves, the produce department is a wonderland of veggies that’s sure to inspire inventive cooking. But then again, displays of freshly prepared, ready-to-eat foods from colorful desserts to whole roasted duck might tempt you to abandon the kitchen and dig right in.

Some people get ready for an earthquake or a tornado by stocking up on the essentials for survival extra food, batteries, and plenty of water. Serious death-metalers, on the other hand, spend their time preparing for Judgment Day by stocking up on the essentials of hardcore metal that rare Dying Fetus Purification Through Violence picture disc, the latest Cock and Ball Torture album, and plenty of cheap beer. You’re not going to find this kind of hardcore metal by popping your brooding head into Tower Records, which is why Metal Devastation is the hardcore headquarters for all things apocalyptic, devilish and nasty. The self-proclaimed “most Satanic brutal store,” Metal Devastation also has plenty of goodies like the latest issues of underground mags like Terrorizer and an extreme DVD selection that includes all four Traces of Death (think Faces of Death on crack) and all three Shocking Menus. Yummy. The beer you’ll have to get someplace else.

The once and always champion among wig shops is fast becoming a Phoenix institution, especially among the follicularly challenged. Panorama only appears to be displaying all 3,000 of the wigs it stocks, because they’re everywhere: auburn falls and bright blond switches and shiny Dynel Afros. Guys who aren’t interested in dressing like girls will find a fabulous selection of men’s toupees here, and gals who want to hide their long brown tresses under a cute strawberry blond pixie will benefit from the presence of one of Panorama’s in-house stylists, who’ll teach you wig tricks while you wait. All this fake hair is affordable, from cheapie clip-on extensions for $15 to more elaborate, triple-digit numbers that will fuel any hair fantasy you may have. We’ll quit teasing and let you get down to Panorama, where a wig is waiting for you.

Phoenix has more than its share of drive-through liquor stores, but Melrose Liquors stands out for a couple of reasons: one, the building is situated between two popular lesbian nightclubs, zGirl Club (formerly Misty’s) and E-Lounge; and two, the building is triangular and painted hot pink, fitting for a building situated on a strip of Seventh Avenue that’s full of gay-owned/friendly businesses but happy to serve all. The selection inside the store is huge and prices are reasonable, making it a perfect stop for take-home nightcaps after a night of club hopping. Best of all, this drive-through liquor store isn’t located in a strip mall it stands alone in a big vacant lot, so there’s plenty of room to maneuver around late-night traffic once you’ve grabbed your 40-ounce and cigarettes from the window clerk.

Looking for a “hooker-tight” black vinyl mini-skirt? Need a leather bustier with lots of zippers? Can’t find a place that sells quality latex body paint? Stop in at Smokin’ Lingerie, and you’ll find every kinky thing you need for the next fetish ball or flash bash. At 12,000 square feet, Smokin’ Lingerie has room for a massive selection of sexual stimulants, and the inventory includes everything from neon g-strings and knee-high boots to studded leather face masks and rubber dresses. The racks contain a fair amount of teddies and vinyl wear in larger sizes, too, so there are plenty of sexy getups for the more voluptuous gals. Patrons can also peruse the porn selection, which contains thousands of titles on both DVD and VHS. If you’re feeling really adventurous, you can try out the bondage swing, located near the dressing rooms.

We weren’t sure there was any better place than several of our favorite local dollar stores to buy religious accouterments, until we wandered into The Autom Company on Seventh Street one recent afternoon. We’ll never get back the two hours we spent browsing there, but that’s more than okay, since we now own a Saint Benedict Home Protection Kit (“For those looking for protection from the forces of darkness and temptation”), an Adoration of the Magi Tea Light Holder (because, hey, where else are you going to put your tea lights?), and a luminous Infant of Prague nightlight that we like to think is keeping St. Lucifer at bay. Prayer Card collectors and fans of plastic glow-in-the-dark rosaries will, as we did, need a good chunk of time to spend in this amazing shop that stocks everything you need to be a good Catholic.

It’s the national chain with the huge purple-and-green logo. Accept no substitutes! Unlike most other soi-disant “dollar” stores, everything here is 99 cents unless it’s two, three, or four for 99 cents. Six big ounces of posh Yardley shower gel. Brilliant blue, red, or green cotton tea towels embroidered with adorable vegetables. Everything for the table: candles, vases, melamine superhero plates, classy Indonesian barware. A gamut of groceries, from fresh produce to snacks of the world to rarities like instant espresso powder. Live plants, pots and soil. (Experience indicates an 80 percent survival rate for 99 Only’s flora, and that’s hard to beat.) Scarves and ponchos and scrunchies, oh my! Fill a stocking or a basket. Fill a gift bag (the bags are two for 99 cents). And never buy Halloween candy in a “regular” store again, not when name-brand snack-size bars are 10 for wait for it 99 cents.

From giant pythons to tiny lizards, Arizona Reptile Center has everything you need to transform your living room into a world-class reptilian display. The friendly and knowledgeable staffers are quick to answer questions, whether you’re an expert herpetologist or a novice who’s a bit terrified about feeding a dead rat to your pet boa. The store has quietly developed a rabid and devoted cadre of customers who rave about the joint on the Web. “I never want to leave when I go there,” says one snake snuggler. “This is absolutely one of the best, cleanest, and friendliest places I’ve ever been to regarding snakes or lizards,” raves another.

All year long, we keep a folder full of ideas for Best of Phoenix awards menus, newspaper clippings, notes scribbled on cocktail napkins. This year, that folder also contains a bar of soap. Yes, it makes the folder a little bulky, but we’ve found it’s not enough to keep a bar of Wild Women Soaps prickly pear on the bathroom counter we like to keep it by the computer, and sniff it often. It smells that good. If you want your own bar to keep by the computer (and maybe one for the sink, too), you can buy it at the gift shop at the Desert Botanical Garden, or shop online.

We’re cheating a little, because the truth is that High Spirits Prickly Pear Flavored Vodka is actually brewed in Flagstaff, at the Mogollon Brewing Company. Yeah, we know, Valley sprawl being what it is, Flag is practically north Phoenix . . . Maybe by next year. In any case, we feel justified in giving this vodka a Best of Phoenix not only because it’s so good, but because when we finally did locate it, it was in a Bashas’ in Ahwatukee, not at the brewery in Flagstaff. (You can’t buy it at the Mogollon Brewery. We know that because we drove all the way to Flagstaff, walked into the brewery with a toddler in tow and asked to buy it. They can’t sell it by the bottle, the kind bartender explained, because it’s brewed on site. Whatever. We were annoyed, but glad no one commented on the child.) In any case, you can find High Spirits Prickly Pear Flavored Vodka at your local Bashas’ here in the Valley, if it’s not sold out, and it might well be because although it costs almost $30 a bottle, this stuff is gooood! We sipped it straight (warm, even, we were that eager to try it), but we prefer it over ice, or, as a friend suggested, it might go well over ice cream. We can’t think of a better use for a prickly pear.

You’d think it would be easy to find good desert plants in the actual desert. Think again. We scoured nurseries (limited selection), souvenir stops (tacky) and gardens (pricey) before stumbling upon this little gem of a shop hidden in Old Town Scottsdale. Cactus Hut proprietor Jeffrey Shaw has been quietly importing and grooming desert plants for 30 years. His tiny storefront has a stellar variety of unusual succulents and cacti, from the spiny echinocactus, also called a barrel cactus, to the more welcoming hildiwinteria with its fuzzy yellow coat. Popular gifts include magnets with miniature live specimens and prepackaged cactus kits ranging from $7.95 to $26.95. Shipping service is available on most items. It’s hard to kill a cactus, but don’t get too cocky. Occasionally, a customer will come back after a few days with a dead aloe, says Shaw, wondering how that could have happened when it was watered faithfully twice a day.

To be honest, we thought hydroponics was just a method to grow better dope plants inside your closet. That was before we stepped foot in Tempe’s Sea of Green. Turns out it’s actually a real science, dude. Who knew? Contrary to popular belief, hydroponics isn’t about growing a plant in water. Heck, we all did that as kids with pineapples and potatoes, so who would need fancy supplies for that? Most hydroponic gardens are cultivated in a stiff substrate, like floral foam or Perlite, soaked with water and placed under a UV light. Sea of Green offers everything you need to set up an indoor hydroponics garden. There are seeds, pots, herbs and full kit systems with catchy names like Ebb & Flow. The bulk of the place’s business is mail order, but hey, there are probably just a lot of model citizens out there growing organic plants. Yeah, that’s it. Big, leafy, green, er, vegetables.

Baristas and bad attitudes go together like coffee and cream. So familiar are we to having our morning java jump-start served up with a side of surliness that when first encountering Dan Bacon, the super-friendly Joe-slinger at Seattle Espresso in Tempe, we thought we must’ve caught him on an off day. Turns out he’s just extremely good at what he does and is well-known for it. Bacon who’s been working the morning shift on Mondays and Wednesdays at the strip-mall coffee house for most of the past three years not only knows most of his caffeine-craving customers by name, but also by what they drink. He’ll quickly whip up a double-shot espresso or mocha latte for his regulars while eagerly discussing how their day is going. He’s also earned the nickname “Harry Potter,” mostly because of his youthful countenance, square-framed black glasses, and a shock of brown hair, but also because of his affable nature. “People don’t just want a cup of coffee,” Bacon says. We can’t resist we’ll say it for him. They want their cup of coffee with a side of Bacon.

The vintage boutique in the back of Red Door is like three dozen estate sales on LSD, and we’re drawn like magpies to the shiny, colorful objects on display. Artist Indigo Verton collects and prices the merchandise (mostly women’s clothing and accessories) with a canny eye. If you want a little something for five or six bucks, it’s here, but if you crave the pale blue Hello Kitty flight bag, it’ll cost you. Last year, we admired gloriously hideous housewares from the mid-20th century, but those items seem to have moved over to .anti_space with designer Lisa Jacobs. There’s still style aplenty at Red Door, though, and the selection of elaborate old hats, hostess aprons, and Sally Bowles-esque lingerie is a special treat. Devious Wigs and Things rounds out the offerings with fake hair and lashes in rainbow hues. The boutique’s not open every day, but you can call Verton to check on the hours.

There’s something about JRC and Stephanie’s little red espresso cart at the Trunk Space that’s just so personal and accessible. It’s like a car full of clowns, except the clowns are coffee, prepared with mad skills right in front of you. They also serve tea, snacks, fancy sodas, and even boba. Most things on the menu run $3 or less, and that’s a conscious choice by your gracious hosts. Between sips, absorb a live performance, shop for art, apparel, books and gifts, and marvel further at how this much fun and coffee! can fit into this skinny julienne-fry of a gallery.

We’ve loved Tammie Coe’s oversize cookies and fruity tarts forever, it seems, but we’re not here to talk sugar at the moment just good, old-fashioned artisan breads and steaming java. Finally, a storefront bakery in downtown Phoenix that we can really sink our teeth into. Tammie’s husband and business partner, Michael, takes care of the pan component, preparing a variety of delicious loaves from scratch (you’ll come back for the batard just for the crust alone). Topped with freshly roasted tomatoes and garlic, the focaccia also will send you into carbo-happy orbit. From what we hear, the Coes live in a cool loft directly over their little shop in the Roosevelt Arts District just west of Seventh Street. How they manage not to turn into walking blimps is beyond us.

This joint is fresh. The coffee beans are roasted on-site, producing an intense, rich flavor that makes chain-store lattes look (and taste) like instant. There’s a large selection of flavors, including macadamia nut and chocolate raspberry, a popular mocha java and a dark roast that’s ideal for espresso. Somehow The Village manages to put as much effort into its sandwich menu as it does its coffee. Our top pick is the to-die-for tuna salad, a creamy blend of albacore with roasted pistachios and mango chutney. Back to the bean. The secret to the velvety texture of the coffee is that it’s brewed the Italian way, producing a stronger cup with a smoother flavor. Just ask the baristas and they’ll explain the process to you faster than they can whip up a caramel macchiato.

Believe it or not, there’s more to Mill Avenue than the main drag you just have to know where to look. Half a block south, nestled into the Maple/Ash neighborhood, is one of our favorite Tempe joints, Three Roots Cafe. Hanging out in the tiny java house is like chillin’ in your best friend’s living room, and chances are, if you hang out often enough, the people there will become your best friends. This is the kind of place where the girl behind the counter lives around the corner and the regulars have been friends and neighbors for years. Kinda like Cheers, but with caffeine and vegan food instead of booze and peanuts. Don’t let the insider atmosphere make you feel like an outsider. The staff couldn’t be friendlier, and the overstuffed chairs and couches beg you to sit and enjoy a latte. Three Roots also regularly hosts community art and music events, proving there’s hope for culture in Tempe yet.

It’s no coincidence that this neighborhood java spot shares a name with the faux talk show created by Mike Myers for Saturday Night Live. It’s exactly the kind of place his character, Linda Richmond, would find appealing a charming, two-story historic bungalow, complete with winding ivy and two large gardens with wrought-iron patio furniture. New owners Betty Freeman and daughter Carrie Hensley have cleaned house, literally, removing the rows of dusty antiques but leaving well-worn floral couches and mismatched plaid chairs. The original walls were also left intact, providing dozens of nooks and crannies perfect for private conversation, which is why we love this place. It’s cozy and quiet. There’s no rush to order, and the pleasant staff won’t complain if you take three hours to sip a cup of tea and talk. So turn off the cell phone, leave the laptop in the car and catch up with an old friend over a latte.

Okay, okay, so Copper Star Coffee is barely a toe’s length over the western edge of the city, into the avenues. But we have to tip our latte to this adorable coffee house, the best we’ve found in the West Valley and tops on any Phoenix list, no matter how you map it. This onetime gas station has a drive-through, but you’ll want to step inside to appreciate the concrete and cinder-block comfort (really, it’s comfortable, try it out) of Copper Star. The bagels were fresh and the staffers were happy to toast them, not the case at inferior coffee houses where the customer is left to her own devices with an old toaster. The lighting was nice, the vibe was good; they let us hang some fliers on a big bulletin board strategically located near the restrooms. We’ll definitely be back.

Look for neighborhood regulars perched at the outside tables, Wi-Fi-ing away with well-behaved pooches at their feet. Enjoy mellow musical and literary events, or just drink in displays of fine art along with your espresso drink, tea, or smoothie. It’s a perfect break from the wildly diverse shopping opportunities of Gaslight Square, although, frankly, sometimes you’ll want a break from Mama Java’s; the joint is really jumping, in a Zen-like way. Its mini-library, for instance, seems designed especially to inspire the musicians, artists and writers who hang here. One night during a bluegrass set, our companion mentioned he’d dreamed that his truck was stolen. We reached for Gustavus Hindman Miller’s 1901 classic Ten Thousand Dreams Interpreted, and looked it up: “To dream that you are looking for a carriage, you will have to labor hard, but will eventually be possessed with a fair competency.” Now he owes us a scone.

We’re especially keen on this perfectly located, locally owned place because it really does encourage folks to mingle and hang around as long as they wish on the comfy sofas and chairs or out on the large patio. It’s a terrific place to write, as long as you can find a nook somewhere and don’t mind one of the friendly staffers a sweetheart named Katie comes to mind looking over your shoulder every now and then, and then reading your gibberish aloud to whomever’s nearby. The food is good, plentiful and healthful, ranging from baked sweet potato fries to protein-packed smoothies, and a granola/oatmeal combo topped with fresh fruit. And don’t fret, burger lovers. Soma charbroils a nice one if you insist. But we’d love this place even if the food was just serviceable, because it feels like home.

Nestled in a charming group of new businesses in Seventh Street’s Sheridan Square including the Belgian bistro Trente-Cinq 35 and the Lisa G salad-sandwich lunch spot is the irresistible Drip Coffee Lounge, owned by Vin Saccento and ex-Lux Coffeebar barista Gina Bell Madrid. There’s a vintage elegance about the place, with stained concrete floors, chic ’70s-style furniture, and a back room with art and design mags. A full menu of americanos, espressos, lattes, and a four-shot iced mocha complement the $5.50 all-organic breakfast, made with bread from Simply Bread and produce from Boxed Greens. The breakfast portions (served until noon) are small, so order two; we recommend the unbeatable cinnamon walnut French toast and the egg scrambled, a delectable creation of cream cheese, zucchini, onions, and scrambled eggs served with toast or as a sandwich. Drip offers complimentary wireless Internet, and it’s open seven days a week and until 10 p.m. Tuesdays through Saturdays. Nothing drippy about that!

Longtime Tempe residents still lament the “old Gold Bar,” a bigger incarnation of this hidden East Valley gem that was shut down years ago. But these complainers are missing the point it wasn’t the building that made Gold Bar the most comfortable coffee joint in Tempe, it’s the atmosphere created by the mismatched furniture, the fiercely loyal regulars and the baristas who actually remember your name and your drink after only a few visits. At all hours of the day and night, almost every table is occupied by laptop computers (wireless Internet is free), and though busy, the shop is never distracting. This at-home vibe (not to mention the seriously strong coffee) makes this our favorite place to set up shop on days when we just have to play hooky from the office.

When we wanted to rent an Australian Jungle Carpet python, we knew where to go. Rich Ihle has been collecting, studying and breeding reptiles for more than 30 years, and he’s happy to lend some of them out, for a fee and with supervision, for which we’re thankful. We’re not sure we want a python all our own (who knew they peed!), so we’ll stick to the rental option, thanks to Reptile Adventures.

Though it’s lip-smackingly delicious, our liquid refreshment of choice is probably a bit conservative given the wildly inventive menu at this fun little drinkery near ASU, which features a line of creative concoctions that includes Asian smoothies, ice crushes, snow bubbles, yogurt coolers, Italian crème sodas, and iced watermelon teas. But what makes our black-tea delight so appealing are the tapioca boba balls that slingshot up the throat with every sip from the oversize straw. Boba can be added to any drink on E!ba’s menu, as can jellies (lychee, mango, green apple, pineapple) and/or pudding (almond, coffee, coconut, strawberry). Boba originated in Taiwan, but we’re glad to find it closer to home!

We love the latest trend in dessert: gelato. Not long ago, we had just one or two spots to hit for the dense, allegedly healthier-than-ice cream treat. Now there are many choices, but the decision is not hard at all. We pick Arlecchino Gelateria, sample spoons down. Marina and Moreno Spangaro, who hail from Trieste, Italy, landed in the Arcadia neighborhood in the La Grande Orange complex, and we can’t think of a better location for them. We haven’t tried a flavor we don’t like, but we’re particularly fond of the peanut butter, which somehow manages to be peanuttier than eating the stuff straight from the jar. The nocciatella hazelnut with layers of Nutella is divine, and the cortina is unusual, with sweet almond mingling with lingonberries. Our absolute favorite is the mistico light vanilla cream mixed with cookies dipped in Kahlúa and coffee. Thank you, Spangaros, for bringing a little bit of Italy to Phoenix.

For years, Colin Redding and his family have molded big names onto chocolates, making a business out of helping companies promote the good name of Neiman Marcus or America West Airlines. But recently, Colin has branched out, molding some rather interesting confections for galleries on Roosevelt Row. He made bugs for MADE Art Boutique’s Roots show, and motorcycles for someone at five15. We even saw a box of boobs (the kind that come in pairs) for another show. Colin will make what you want, at a reasonable price, at his factory in Gilbert. And he doesn’t even have Oompa Loompas helping him.

If chocolate truly is the Food of the Gods and you won’t find anyone arguing that around these parts then this little shop at the Hilton Village offers manna from heaven. The enthusiastic owner, Chatham, will chat about and sample! all things chocolate. His idea of a good time is to walk a novice around his store and tell tales of artisan chocolatiers around the globe and how he came upon them. Chatham’s has 240 individual pieces of chocolate to choose from none Hershey’s and none cheap but each a uniquely scrumptious experience. And if you have the hots for some of the best hot chocolate you’ll ever make, Chatham’s got it.

So much is made these days of comfort food but really, all that steak and mashed potatoes (and don’t get us started on the fried stuff) just gets us too full. And too guilty. For us, true comfort is found in the perfect English muffin, a simple creation made incredibly delicious by the talented folks at La Grande Orange, the I-wish-they-had-one-on-my-corner neighborhood market and restaurant at the far western tip of the Arcadia neighborhood. Yes, you can buy Tammie and MJ Coe’s cakes, cookies and breads at La Grande Orange; however, the English muffins are made not by the Coes, but on site at the Big O. The key is that each is cooked on the stovetop, giving the thick bread a crispy, buttery outside that perfectly complements the doughy innards. You can order them toasted alongside a full breakfast, but we prefer to sneak off with a whole box and eat them plain. They’re that good.

We searched far and wide, and finally found the best bagels in the northeast. No, not New York Fountain Hills. D.J.’s bagels are big, hard on the outside, and soft but not fluffy on the inside. We’d swear they come from the Upper West Side of Manhattan, they’re that good. Certainly worth the drive; and just think, at least it’s not a plane ride cross-country.

Those of us who love doughnuts went into panic mode recently when all the Valley locations of Krispy Kreme closed suddenly. Where, oh where, will we go now to get our doughnuts? Fortunately, there is an alternative for all of you pastry junkies out there. For the best doughnut deal in town, go to Bashas’ grocery stores. The trick is, you have to know when to go. During the bakery’s regular business hours, you can get a dozen doughnuts for $4.99, which is not bad. However, when the bakery closes at 8 p.m., all of the leftover doughnuts and rolls are boxed up and sold for $1.99 per dozen. That’s a smokin’ deal cheaper than those boxes of run-of-the-mill Dolly Madison doughnuts, in fact. And the pastries themselves are pretty good, too. The best part is, the people who box up the doughnuts do an excellent job of creating a good variety, so you don’t have to be stuck with a dozen of the same thing. Each box has a wide range of goodies cream-filled, crullers, maple-glazed, chocolate frosted, some with nuts, some without. You can usually find something to satisfy the tastes of everyone in the family. The downside? After the bakery closes, these doughnuts go pretty quickly. If you get to the store after 9 p.m., you may be left empty-handed.

This is as close to the cow’s teat as you can get (or want to get, for that matter). The Milk n More Store is on the same property as those giant industrial vats filled with creamy milk that you might have passed on Hardy Drive and Broadway Road in Tempe. The kind United Dairymen of Arizona decided to let the public tap into the freshness by opening a small store. Located on the south side of Broadway and with plenty of parking, it’s easy to swing right in. With its low markup, the little retailer is used most by the employees but is also open to anyone else who misses the tastes (and somehow the smell that still lingers) of a real dairy.

In most cities, you’ll stumble on the best bakery in town just walking down the street. In Phoenix, you probably won’t find it unless you’ve just gotten out of the nearby county jail or gone to visit someone there. We’re pretty sure the kind folks at the Sweet Pea won’t bake a file into one of their dense chocolate cakes, but they will distract you from the troubles of your day with rosemary shortbread or mojito cookies. We really love the peanut butter and jelly cookie “sandwich” in fact, we love it all, right down to the Pepto pink walls and the owner’s collection of vintage cake plates. The Sweet Pea also caters, and there’s a promise of lunch service in the future, as well as a coffee shop opening soon next door. Jackson Street might just be happenin’ yet.

Most of the time, we’re at the mercy of the kitchen when it comes to ordering a cheese plate. The selection can be a total gustatory grab bag, and sometimes that stinks more than a plateful of Limburger. But at Cheuvront, nothing’s left up to chance. Pick a familiar fromage, like powerful Parmigiano Reggiano or creamy Camembert, or go with something exotic perhaps a smoky Idiazabal from Spain, or a smooth Pierre Robert from France. In all, the impressive menu lists 49 offerings from all around the world, and a mouthwatering description of each variety (complete with a handy suggested wine pairing) allows even clueless cheese lovers to order fearlessly and experiment with new flavors. And while cheese has lately edged out dessert as the final course at a number of trendy restaurants, at Cheuvront, they’ll still let you start with it. Sounds cheesy, and that’s just how we like it!

In the local wine community, Sportsman’s is a big deal. The biggest deal in the state, actually, boasting more than 3,000 bottles. It’s a jet-setting collection of vintages from wineries across the globe, with boutiquey gems for bargain hunters and extravagant, obscure selections to please the pickiest connoisseurs around. But while size does matter, there’s another detail we appreciate beyond raw numbers: service. After all, what good is such overwhelming variety if nobody’s there to help you navigate the terroir? At Sportsman’s, the friendly employees will field questions from wine geeks and novices alike, find a perfect pairing for your dinner menu, or just help you pick a nice bottle for your budget. Their unpretentious enthusiasm for wine is so infectious, you might be tempted to hang out and socialize all afternoon. (And lucky you: There’s an in-house wine bar for exactly that purpose.)