4 Women and a TEXTILE Warehouse ... Part 2
Okay. So we had NO idea. When they said warehouse, they MEANT warehouse.
{We got distracted by the airplanes prior to going in.}
A dream for the "inner-sewer" in me. Okay, really, I don't think there is an "inner-sewer" in me. What I MEANT to say was the inner-sewer in my mom and Aunt Shirley. I simply fell in love with the colours and texture of the place.
Cheap. Beautiful. Colourful.
Dangerous. For a three-year-old. But no major accidents.
Kind of a "do-it-yourself" sort of place. You see what you want. You figure out a way to get it.
Musty. And, well, let's just say cleanliness is, um, nonexistent. But, we so aren't complaining. Somehow, it added to the charm of the place.
Can you say "needle-in-a-haystack" ... 80,000 square feet. Have fun finding what you want. But oh the adventure of it all.
Definitely bring your inhaler if you've got breathing issues. Actually, just stay away if you have breathing issues.
Room after room after floor after floor of material.
Aunt Shirley and Mom in fabric heaven. They kept pinching themselves thinking, "Can this be?"
Finding the perfect taupe. In amongst the textile bins.
This really was one of the highlights of our week together. The Internet is our friend. I just typed in fabric stores in Chicagoland and this popped up. What a dream. We'll be heading back at some point. Perhaps next September when the tradition continues.
If you have a costume to make. GO. If you have curtains to sew. GO. If you need a colour fix. GO. If you just want an indoor winter adventure with your kids. GO. Make a scavenger hunt of it. Find one pink button and a yard of olive green velour. Ready. Set. Go.
I know I'm goin' back. Come January. And I bet my artist/photographer/sewer creative friend Julie will come with. Anyone other takers?