I needed a new pair of embroidery scissors for my new soutache adventures (ok, who am I kidding -- any excuse for a new tool!), so I dropped in, hoping to find something.
Behind the unassuming door to the narrow little hole in the wall shop, this is what I saw:
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| This was half of the store. The other half of the store is REALLY full. And you should see the back wall (actually, there's no way to see it -- you just have to assume it's there behind the trims)! |
Holy cats, I found fabric heaven. The whole place was packed - PACKED - with fabric from floor to ceiling, front to back, with only the narrowest of paths between the three towers of bolts of awesomeness. It was amazing!
As in "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe", where the children open the door of a wardrobe and discover a fantastic new world, I felt like I'd fallen into a magical place. It's a good thing I don't sew anymore, because I'd have rented a UHaul and backed it right up to that unassuming little door and cleared the place out. Some lunch hour soon, I'll be back over there, digging through the stacks in search of the treasures you know must be there.
Oh, and the scissors? Yep, I got some. They look like a tie dyed rainbow stork, they're just the size I wanted, and they're
