Remember the day I put my husband up for sale? I was so furious that he raided my sewing room for items he considered "farm supplies." I was right in the middle of a project and he had stolen what I needed. It would have taken me at least an hour and a half to drive to the nearest fabric store and back to buy the replacements. Or so I thought.
That's until I discovered this little treasure near the farm. It's a fabric store that has been in business since 1972. I had driven by the place several times in the past, but completely forgot about it until the other day.
It only takes 5 minutes to get there from the farm. I didn't think there was anything within five minutes of the farm, except other farms. How mistaken I was. I have a new little mecca in the middle of nowhere.
Now when I said this place has been open since the 70's, I also quickly found out that meant a lot of the inventory was from the 70's. But among the bold 80's prints...
and Navajo iron-ons for your jean jackets...
they've got all of the basics that I need.
From fabrics and threads,
to buttons and a lifetime supply of animal prints... I shall never go without.
And for some reason, I find myself having to practice great restraint around the cheetah, zebra, leopard and cow prints. (I definitely have a hidden trashy side that loves furs and animal prints. Pair it with some gawdy jewelry and I am hot to trot.)
My favorite has to be the pattern catalogs. Judging by the pictures, I am going to guess they haven't been updated since the early 80's.
The owner is this hilarious older man. He only has the store open for six months in the spring and summer each year. Come the end of September, he (smartly) runs off to his other home in Florida for six months. That's gotta be the life, huh?
He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to be my new best friend.