Junk N8 Disorderly

A brilliant shop. The family who run this place have a really good eye, and there always seem to be some really nice pieces in here. It is also pretty reasonably priced. The owner is very helpful — she allowed me to reserve a lot of things prior to my house move, with a deposit, and arranged delivery for just after the move. Highly recommended — definitely go here rather than wasting your money on MDF from Ikea!

This place is excellent. We are so glad to live close by, especially while we are furnishing a new flat. It’s very pleasant to pop in and have a look around. The store has a pretty high rate of turnover, so often you’ll find something new to admire.
We have purchased a small antique (1930s) school desk and, more recently, a chest of drawers. Each of these items had a very good price. The staff took a lot of pride in the chest of drawers. Apparently, they had just stripped off its coat of paint and, finding the beautiful wood underneath, decided to leave it alone. They delivered it for free, and brought it up into our flat the following Sunday afternoon.
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This place is choc-​a-​block with disorderly junk so it lives up to its cute, clever little name!
I’d seen Junk N Disorderly many-​a-​time when driving towards Crouch End (yes, ok, towards Banners!) and was curious to have a peek inside.
The first thing that caught my eye was a big chest outside — no, lads, not THAT kind of chest — it was like a big wooden treasure chest you’d see in a cartoon. I thought it would be great to put all my fancy-​dress stuff in, because I have A LOT of it, and was pleasantly surprised by the £45 price tag. Pretty reasonable when compared to other antique and vintage shops!
Among the random junk there was a retro rocking horse, antique desks, dining chair sets, cabinets, old records in their original covers, beer pumps and all sorts of other weird and wonderful bits ‘n’ bobs all crammed into a tiny shop. There were things hanging from the walls and stored up high so you didn’t know where to look first and every glance brought you another interesting little (or large) trinket.
Unfortunately I couldn’t stay long as the boy was hungry and Banners jerk chicken was beckoning us, but I’m sure I’ll be back soon for a more leisurely look around. And I didn’t buy the treasure chest… perhaps Santa will bring it if I’m a good girl…