What are the opening hours?

Monday 9am - 5pm Tuesday 9am - 5pm Wednesday 9am - 5pm Thursday 9am - 7:30pm Friday 9am - 5pm Saturday 9am - 4pm Sunday 9am - 4pm

Joy and Love Co, Shop 1, The intersection, (kmart shopping centre Aitkenvale), Townsville (2026)

02/06/2026

New crown available now
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You'll find us inside kmart shoppibg centre, aitkenvale✨️

01/06/2026

Make the medievil dress long by adding the matching skirts 🤩😍

24/05/2026

Our purple medieval dress paired with our mushroom wrap skirt and one of our deer head pieces

A little poem by Matt Moberg

Do not betray
the moreness in you.

Do not kneel
at the altar of almost.

Do not abandon the enormity
that has survived inside you
like a cathedral
built entirely
from lightning.

Do not take lightly
your wideness,
the impossible orchard,
the stubborn green thing
that kept growing
even when no one clapped for the bloom.

Do not call it all too much because the world
has a talent for being too little.

Do not fold your thunder into a napkin.
Do not make your soul use its indoor voice.
Do not dim for applause.
Do not trade your wildness
for the counterfeit peace
of being easier
to explain.

With only a few moments left, please listen:

There is a lion
behind your ribs
that has spent years
answering to kitty.

Enough.
Let the whole room remember the jungle.

Let it mispronounce the furniture.
Let it ruin the carpet.
Let it knock over the lamp that taught you
light should stay in one corner.

Let it drag its golden, terrible body
through every careful room
of every life
where you were loved most
when you were least alive.

You were not born
with thunder in your chest
so you could spend years
whispering thank you
to the cage
because it remembered to leave you water.

You were born
to make the glass
remember sand.

Open the door.

And when you do,
when the thing you kept hidden
finally comes out wearing its own name,
when your inner life
becomes muscle,
becomes weather,
becomes a blur of mane and want
and finally,

do not stand there
crying at the threshold
with a leash in your hand
like love means calling it back.

Let it go.

Let it be terrible.
Let it be holy.
Let it be the truest thing
you ever stopped apologizing for.

Let it run
until your ancestors
mistake your body
for sunrise.

Let it run
until the grave itself
has to admit
you were difficult
to keep.

That’s it.

That’s all I got.