Overcast Antiques

We first explored Overcast a year ago and our enjoyment of the shop was part of our reason for opening our store in the same area this year. A neat selection of odd antiques ranging from medical tools to taxidermy to abstract artwork. The only problem you’ll have is their limited hours since they are often out hunting down «new» cool antiques. Stop by if they’re open or call to see if you can finagle your way in. Very worth taking a look if you like oddities.

I discovered Overcast just yesterday, and the experience put me in a great mood all evening!
I walked in the door, and it IS tiny – two little rooms packed with the marvelous and the macabre and the just plain wonderful. I was immediately taken back to a day I spent in the French Quarter of New Orleans some 35 years ago… the tiny shops that had just amazing, quirky, surprising things, in appealingly gloomy settings that made you think you had entered another time.
The owner picks up European fortune telling cards, Parisian taxidermy, German school charts, ancient tomb markers, interesting old books, charms, medals, porcelain and wax doll heads, boxes, shrines, curiosities, and a fez – I have always wanted one (!)– and compellingly displays them in this miniature warren.
That this quaint and remarkable little shop is in our Eugene, Oregon (home of few things quaint and remarkable) is really amazing. I spent close to an hour in those two tiny rooms, and came away with a treasure I wasn’t even looking for. Perfect place for a rainy afternoon. Read a little Poe before you go.

Is your name Claire? Do you drive a hearse to school and live with your family in a beautiful funeral parlor? Ever left a foot in a boy’s locker to show him how much he means to you?
If you said yes, this is the store for you.
A tiny antiques shop, this place has a ton of cool curiosities, things like chinchillas preserved in jars, tribal daggers, little catholic medals, weird sculptures, creepy taxidermy and a whole lot more. There’s a flat carcass of a cat above the counter that still creeps me out. A stuffed Santa sits on the bench with his hands dangling in his crotch. I haven’t checked yet, but I’m pretty sure he’s on the Oregon sex offender registry.
This stuff is cool.
Bonus: the first time I came in here, there was enough, ahem, incense in the air to make me fail a drug test. No extra charge.