Yankee Candle — Local services in Sturbridge

When I was a very young fellow in my 60s or so, I paid a little visit to Yankee Peddler. Spelled the right way. Yeah, I'm lookin' at you, Joyce! Anyway, I went in there looking for a stick to help me out. Let me tell you this now, before I go into any more of the review. This store has a SERIOUS organization problem. There is merchandise in piles stacked all over the store. From what I could see outside of the building, there are at least two floors to this place. Jesus, I don't want to even imagine what the second floor looks like. Back to my experience here. I approached a woman working in the store. I asked her if they had any sticks for sale, and she said, "Yeah, I think we have them around here somewhere." I immediately thought, 'wait. Around here somewhere?' I guess I shouldn't have expected much more from them what with their organization and extreme hoarding issues. "Come with me," the woman said and began to lead me around the crowded store. We walked up and down aisles in the shop. Aisle. After. Aisle. Here I should mention a MAJOR problem with Yankee Peddlar. This issue is inexcusably bad. The floors squeak as loud as a squawking parakeet at this store. So, no matter where you walk, you hear this noise. SQUEAK. SQUIK. SQUIK. SQUEAK. The floors also creak like a dying animal as well, which only worsens the problem. The only sound I heard this entire time was the creaking of the floorboards from under my and every other customers' shoes. If you wanna know what hell sounds like, look no further than the rotting, century old floor of Yankee Doodle Peddler. (Happy now, Joyce? Hit me up sometime, btw.) About five minutes passed and the woman asked another employee in the store if they knew where the sticks were. The other employee replied, "I think they're upstairs." 'You think?' I thought to myself. The woman left and came back downstairs after TEN MINUTES of searching through the piles of crap they most likely have up there. Or she was having a private meeting with her manager, Ronaldo, who I noticed she was a little TOO close with. JUST KIDDING. My boy Ronaldo is fake, but my love for him is not. And that part was just speculation. (I cannot be held accountable legally, you aren't allowed to sue me.) The employee said, "I couldn't find them up there." I wanted to say that what had happened didn't surprise me, but I said, "Alright then, I can just go shop somewhere else." Yes, I had some nasty tud back then, but I'm good now. Immature youths, am I right, Joyce? I left the store, thinking that Yankee Peddlar should be better organized. Did they have sticks? Were they on that mysterious, forbidden second floor? Was she lying to me the whole time, just to spite me, a poor, innocent fellow? Or was she truly having special time with Ronaldo? I should also add that my sister was with me. After we exited, we were outside of the store where all their hundreds of overstocked flowers are. She put her hand on one of those fake animal statues for your yard, which Yankee Peddlar also seems to have a strangely large abundance of, and pulled it away to find a wound on her palm. THE COW HAD VIOLENTLY ASSAULTED HER! We were going to sue, of course, but it was getting late so we decided to head home. Her cut did take a while to heal though. If you know what you're looking for, you probably won't find it at the wondrously versatile location that is Yankee...

Ok first of all this store is not your average mom and pop store. This store is loaded with just about everything. The owner and his family particularly his oldest son work super hard to keep the store in good shape. Anyways, as soon as I walked into the store the owners teenage soon greeted me like I was their most valuable customer (not that to mention that I spent under 100 dollars). Going through this store i heard the creeks in the floor and after that I saw the placard saying that this building is from the 1700 and built part of the USS constitution. Back to my story yeah they didn't have a public bathroom. I can see the reason being because they don't want anyone destroying it. Now to prices there prices are ok. The reason I say ok is because you guys will go to Walmart and target and the sign will say clearance and it will be the regular price or they will say 10% off and mark up to mark down. The Peddlar doesn't do that instead the give you a reasonable price which allows them to make a small profit to support for their family and keep the doors open. During my visit the owners son casually came over and asked me if I needed any help I replied yes and he tried to the best of his abilities to help me find the item however he couldn't so he called his father over and he found it right away. Let me just say how good there customer service is, if I were to go to Walmart and ask someone something they would start speaking to each other in Spanish or look it up on their phone. Now to the thing that all these reviews complain about PRODUCT. The peddlar has a lot of it and every store should do this so that they can appeal to the vast amounts of customers. For instance they have spinners and toys all the way up to furniture and paintings. You name it they have it. I am giving this review a 5/5 because it is the best experience in any store that I've ever gone into. You can Garuntee that my friends family and I will be spending our weekly paychecks there. Good job...

Went to purchase flowers but majority of them were dried out or dying. Even their plants did not look so healthy. We decided to look inside the shop.

Was just as disappointed. I am not accustomed to so much clutter and that's what it looked like inside. The floors were too creaky wood when walking and the shelves were way too overstocked that merchandise were piled on top one another. Lots of dust on items and shelves which made us leave as we don't like the idea of rummaging through containers or digging through merchandise to search beneath for different styles. It was quite muggy in there as well. Sorry but maybe we don't frequent small towns often and not accustomed to these...