Gothic Trading Company — Local services in Chattanooga

Walking into Gothic Trading was like stepping into a dream I didn’t even know I had. The second I crossed the threshold, I was greeted by the shop owner—who, apparently, has been my best friend this whole time and I just didn’t know it until that second. The atmosphere? Absolute vibes. Dark, elegant, and filled with treasures waiting to be discovered.

The decor is impeccable—black antique furniture with those ornate, carved details that make my little gothic heart sing. The walls? A collage of art and memories that pull you in. And then—oh, then—I spot the lip stain line I’ve been obsessed with but never seem to catch online. At this point, I knew this store was targeting me personally.

I tried to keep my composure, but every five seconds I found myself gasping and turning to my family like, “WAIT! Look at this!!” Then I saw it—a tower of Hot Chocolatiers flats and heels. An entire. Damn. Tower. I felt attacked in the best way possible.

I ran my hands across the racks of truly well-made gothic fashion—lace, velvet, corsets, ruffles—actual quality pieces, not the cheap stuff that falls apart after one wear. And then it happened. A dress. A dress that saw into my soul. The details? Perfect. The silhouette? Stunning. But here’s where every fat girl with fashion trauma takes a deep breath—I reached for the tag, prepared for disappointment…

EXACTLY. MY. SIZE. The only one. In my size. This wasn’t just shopping anymore. This was fate.

I carried that dress around the store like a fragile relic while watching my daughter fall in love with shoes and earrings, chatting with the owner as if I’d been a regular for years. I put the dress back multiple times, afraid of letting myself love it too much. Until my husban, who is generally the voice of reason,told me to just try it on.

I knew the second I put it on that I was screwed. I didn’t just love this dress. I was meant for this dress. Seeing myself in that full-length mirror felt like how I imagine brides feel when they find the dress. It hugged every curve perfectly, made me feel powerful, and demanded to be taken home. So obviously… I did.

We also grabbed some badass handmade earrings and a spider brooch because why not? But let’s be real, the dress was my soul mate.

I loved this place so much that I immediately volunteered to come out of my self-imposed retail retirement just to hang out here with my best friend and the customers who I know are even half as cool as this place, I might never leave.

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We had such an incredible experience at this store! The selection is beautifully curated — from vintage-inspired pieces to striking, one-of-a-kind finds. But what truly made our visit unforgettable was Lisa, the owner. She is an absolute gem: welcoming, knowledgeable, and so genuinely passionate about what she does. Lisa made us feel right at home and turned a casual stop into one of the highlights of our day. If you’re into Gothic style, dark romance, or just appreciate a shop with heart and character, don’t miss this place. Can’t wait to come back! Lisa the owner just made our day :) Such a cool store experience so many neat and...

My whole family converged on Chattanooga for Father’s Day weekend. To our great delight the first place we happened upon was Gothic Trading Company. It had something for everyone in my family. Dad loved the witty cards, my sister bought a goth Alice in Wonderland leather backpack and coveted so many gorgeous dresses, mom and I couldn’t stop exclaiming “come over here, you have to see this.” We chatted with the owner, found great gifts and absolutely...