Enter to Win on Small Business Saturday!

Come out and show your support with your dollars by shopping small, local and independent on Saturday November 25th – Small Business Saturday!

Shop at Crackerjack on Saturday and be entered to win a $100. Gift Certificate for the store – our way of saying Thank You to the amazing people who keep us going year after 31 years! Hey! – that’s you!

Kristin Ford Jewelry and Annie deVuono Millinery Event!

It’s our Annual Trunk Show Event!

Join us on Saturday Nov.4 from 11 to 6, and Sunday Nov. 5 from 12 to 5

Kristin Ford, one of Seattle’s favorite jewelry designers will be here with us on Saturday from 11:30 to 3 to show off her latest collection, including many one-of-a-kind pieces created just for this event! Take the opportunity to meet and honor Kristin at this artist reception.

Annie deVuono will present Fall 2107 – blocked fur felt and luscious fabric soft hats perfect for all occasions!

Enjoy refreshments, win prizes and have fun with photo ops! This is a great opportunity to share a special afternoon with friends, begin your holiday shopping, and find something exquisite for yourself!

In an effort to reduce paper waste, we are not sending out a physical postcard this year, so mark this event on your calendar today, and please follow us on Facebook and Instagram! We would so appreciate your rsvp to the event, Likes, comments and re-postings!



Whoooo wants to work with us?

Our friendly Snooter-Doot Greeter, Hoosevelt!


We are currently looking for a special person or two to join our team – someone who has energy, enthusiasm and an appreciation of the handmade. Someone who would like to work with great co-workers, super customers and in a beautiful environment!

Applicants should drop by the store to fill out an application and drop off a resume (resume not required). We have several positions open, at least one permanent position and we also need holiday help!

31st Anniversary Sale – July 15 through August 6th

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We’re having fun with numbers – look for items marked with a 31% discount, and others priced at $19.86! Join us for our Customer Appreciation Weekend, July 15 & 16, and enjoy an additional 10% off with a completed postcard. Bring in the card you received in the mail, or complete your registration in-store to receive the discount.

Many of our artists have brought in seconds and their overstock to be offered to you at discounted prices, so there are some good buys, and items we haven’t had in the store before!

This is a fantastic time to begin thinking about gift occasions coming up, or treating yourself!

And remember – the Early Shopper gets the Deal!

Parades on the 4th of July


When I was growing up, I lived in a small suburban area of Detroit. It was actually a village in terms of its governing structure, and the area contracted for fire and police from the next town over. But there was no “break” between us and the city to one side or the town to the other – just one neighborhood next to the other with the same type of houses, built at roughly the same time.

Of course, as a kid it didn’t seem to matter, except I seem to remember needing to apply for a different kind of library card, or maybe because we didn’t live in the town I wasn’t able to check books out. I have fond memories, though, of spending hours in that library during the upper levels of grade school and then in high school, surrounded by various encyclopedias and books, researching papers. I liked the silence, the focus there. And I loved looking books up in the card catalogs – those small but long drawers of index-size cards, arranged alphabetically. You could pull the whole drawer out and take it to the counter and go through it, often discovering other books on your same or another topic that were just as interesting, or more so. A few years ago I was at the local library here and asked for help from a librarian. She replied to my request by suggesting we look at the card catalog. I was so excited! I thought perhaps they had moved them to a place less obvious and I had overlooked them for years. Imagine my disappointment when she walked over and sat down before a computer! But I digress.

When you’re little, your world is small. You know how to get to school and your friends’ houses, and they usually lived pretty close. Beyond that radius, the parents were in charge of getting you where you needed to go. It was a really big deal when we were allowed to ride our bikes up to the drug store a half-mile away, armed with instructions about crossing the road – wait for the light and the walk signal, get off your bike and walk, look both ways and be careful – and coming home immediately after buying whatever it was we were allowed to buy that day, most likely a nickel (for a minute of my memory, then a dime) candy bar.

It wasn’t until I was older that I began to distinguish between where I lived, which was completely residential, and where my friend had moved, which had it’s own commercial area. She referred to it as “uptown”. “Let’s go walk uptown” she’d say, sounding ever so sophisticated, which I thought she was, anyway, since she was a year older and two grades ahead. So we’d go explore the Woolworth’s dime store full of goldfish and pet turtles, pillowcases to embroider, small plastic Disney collectible figurines, and all sorts of other treasures mixed in with mundane items like sponges and fly paper and lace doilies old people put on their chair arms to protect them from wear. We’d walk across the park in the center of town to visit the bookstore, which we both loved, then maybe into the small local department store and look at clothes. We didn’t really have much money with us, certainly not after our purchases at the dime store, so I don’t remember even trying anything on. And I felt self-conscious as a result – I felt certain the sales clerks knew we didn’t have money to buy, so we should leave! But I felt that the town was my town, too, and it was rather confusing, though nothing I thought much about. Until the Fourth of July rolled around, that is.

Every Fourth of July our Village of Beverly Hills sponsored a parade to celebrate, and it was quite an event! All the kids would decorate their bikes with crepe paper streamers and clip old playing cards to their spokes with clothespins so they made this great flapping noise which became quicker and louder as you pedaled faster and faster! We would start days ahead of the parade, whether we intended to ride in the parade or not, deciding which colors to use, and where, and whether you would make the front wheel the same as the back, or different, and don’t forget to cut some narrow pieces to make a sort of tassel coming our of that convenient hole in the plastic handlebar grips. My mom must have loved it – it really took all our attention for days!

If you weren’t planning on riding, you could dress up and walk in the parade. That’s what I most remember. Once I was Little Red Riding Hood, borrowing a voluminous red cloak from a neighbor, another time I was a Pilgrim. Halloween and Fourth of July sometimes overlapped, but a witch just would not have worked! Once, my sisters and I, along with a few neighbors rode in a float – a red convertible decorated with crepe paper and flags and banners reading Armed Forces Queens (we must have come up with that one!) and They’ll Keep Our Nation Safe (if only it was that easy). We wore our swimsuits and sashes and silver crowns that in the snapshots look like they’re made from foil covered cardboard with gems stuck on. The local paper came out and took a photo that was in that week’s paper, so we were real celebrities! I don’t remember if it was my dad’s car, and the same one I drove during college, or a neighbor’s, and I have no recollection of who drove during the parade, but I do remember practicing waving.


When I was about eight, I was unable to participate in the parade due to the mumps. I felt so left out, and my only consolation was that my dad promised to take me out for an ice cream Sunday when I was better. And true to his word, he did. I had peppermint ice cream with marshmallow topping, sitting next to my dad at the counter of the soda fountain in the local Howard Johnson’s. So even missing the parade became memorable.

The parade began at the schoolyard of Our Lady Queen of Martyrs elementary school and would its way through the neighborhood to end at Greenfield School where the local Dairy – Twin Pines – distributed Popsicles to all the kids who participated. There were ribbons as prizes for many categories – Best Patriotic, Best Historic Character, Best Decorated Bike, Best Float, etc. I won one once – can’t remember which category, but the fun was in participating. We’d start walking, and looking for our neighbors who had brought their lawn chairs out into the parking strip, lining the parade route, waving at all the kids and bikes and dogs. Our street was one of the first streets and the most fun because we knew all the people waving at us. Soon we’d be on other streets where we didn’t know anyone, which wasn’t as much fun. But we knew it was all our neighborhoods, our schools – one Catholic, one public – and our Village of Beverly Hills – and so began our sense of civic pride.

Then it would be over and we’d be looking, Popsicle in hand, for the adult come to collect us and take us home where we’d perhaps go on a picnic at a relative’s, or the backyard, and finish off the day watching fireworks from the edge of some golf course. We’d get home late, and tired from a long day with lots of activity and more memories.

In bed those nights, I’d crane my neck to see if I could press my cheek far enough against the screen to catch a last glimpse of any stray fireworks and breathe in the magical night air.

It seems a lost, nostalgic bit of Americana to me now. So “small town” and from a simpler, more naïve time. And yet, in Seattle we have the tradition of many neighborhood parades all summer long, and generally associated with Sea Fair.

Join us in Wallingford on Saturday July 8th at 11 a.m. for the Wallingford Family Parade. Get your own dose of nostalgia and have some fun!17796285_1256625677787896_3165657095613896991_n

2017 Kristin Ford Trunk Show Dates Announced!

We are pleased to announce that our Annual Kristin Ford Trunk Show Event will be held on Saturday November 4th and Sunday November 5th!

Saturday’s the big day, with Kristin making an appearance in the afternoon, so plan on attending this lovely afternoon of refreshments and beautiful jewelry by this favorite Seattle artist!Petal-pearls_Fotor-1