Sprinkled with sunflower dust from 1969 and layered in mexican blankets on a cool, winter night in South Florida, the lone Dirty Hippie made his way into the back alley of downtown Stuart where he took up residence in the dark and dingy quarters of The Loft, made himself a comfortable spot filled with every imaginably cool thrift store trinket and tapestry he could find, and began selling his wares to the underground community. Thus, The Dirty Hippie was born. Venture in if you dare…stop in just to flash a peace sign…and come experience a new dimension of shopping in this part of the universe…where every unusual and eclectically hippiefied object is waiting for a new place to call home. And thus the journey begins…