Walking through a fabric store is a lot like walking through a library for me. I slip into a sort of sleepwalking, day-dreamy state taking in all the possibilities.
This is Jem in NYC, where I was this time last week. A particularly funky and creative store with a graffiti sign out front, a coffee stand, creaky wooden floors and racks of marvelous things to gaze upon. Plus a workshop in the back for a still-secret project that I'm helping cook up that I can't wait to tell you about. Heaven!