A few weeks ago I heard of a mysterious place in a northern ‘burb of the cities. A place where bolts of fabric are stacked high and cheap. A place that will capture you in its aisles and only let you leave wanting more. A fabric warehouse – 30,000 square feet of fabric warehouse.
Fake fur.
Cotton.
Ribbon.
Barrels of buttons. Vinyl.
Paisley.
Knits.
Everything possible. So wonderfully overwhelming.
Oh the joy of SR Harris.
We ventured.
We dreamed.
We lost Jenna. (Only temporarily.)
We all made small but lovely purchases.
We dreamed.
We lost Jenna. (Only temporarily.)
We all made small but lovely purchases.
And we all picked out our ideal apparel fabric. How hot are we?
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there's no place like gnome. 
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