I have a few weaknesses.
(Stop laughing, Howard.)
Among them: fresh blank notebooks, good pens, yarn,
china, books, other people's old furniture, and . . . fabric.
(I left out chocolate, and onion dip.
Umm... not together. Unless there are anchovies.)
Having a daughter whose livelihood involves fabric means that I sometimes get a fascinating glimpse into her world -- a world of narrow, packed fabric shops and specialty stores that feed the fashion and costume industry in New York City, and beyond.
Below, Anne, in her natural habitat, in a fabric shop on West 39th Street in Manhattan's Garment District.
Not all the shops are this overwhelming. Some are more so. And some are more spare.
Anne lives and works in Washington, DC, now.
A benighted city without a garment or fabric district.
(You have to watch where you walk; fabrics at your feet!)
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| Can you spot Anne? |
(And more material overhead.)
(With walls and walls lined with bolts of endless color and texture.)
Good fabric stores are like crack to me; I want ALL the fabrics.
I want to bring them home with me and gaze upon them. So much potential.
Anne is a theatrical costume designer, and after two post-grad-school years
of freelance designing in and around NYC,
recently accepted a full-time job as a costume designer and teacher in DC.
Currently designing and building costumes for a production of Moliere,
meaning 1660s clothing, she could not find all of the fabric she needed locally.
So Columbus Day weekend, she Amtrak'd it home to Jersey, and her familiar city fabric shops.
(Need buttons? Some shops have aisles and aisles of them.)
On hearing of her plans . . . "Please, may I come with you?"
And I did. And it was glorious and such fun!
5 days later, I am still basking in the glow of whole blocks of specialty shops.
(Got trim?)
(Need a little bling?)
Anne found the specialty fabrics she wanted, as she knew she would.
New York City always comes through; you can find anything.
The little specialty shops have not changed much in generations. The names of the owners have changed, but the shops are still catering to a niche clientele that knows what it wants.
You may be offered a better price to seal a deal,
it is wise to be an informed consumer,
and ... something that I find charming ... receipts are still written out by hand.
Okay, once more . . . Where's Waldo? Oops, I mean Annie!
New York City always comes through; you can find anything.
The little specialty shops have not changed much in generations. The names of the owners have changed, but the shops are still catering to a niche clientele that knows what it wants.
You may be offered a better price to seal a deal,
it is wise to be an informed consumer,
and ... something that I find charming ... receipts are still written out by hand.
Okay, once more . . . Where's Waldo? Oops, I mean Annie!
And, no, we did not go to Mood.
But W.38th, W.39th, W.40th Streets, and 7th Avenue? Oh yeah. Oh yeah ....
I even got a bag full of $1 and $3 necklaces at a place on 7th.
Cheaper than Goodwill. :-)
Bonus: It was lovely having Anne back home for a few days.
And, she made gluten-free, grain-free pizza for dinner on Sunday.
Yum. I do miss that child's cooking!
I hope your Thursday isn't as wet and blustery as ours! -- Cass
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