My therapist told me I need a creative outlet, so naturally, I took that as a personal challenge to acquire enough raw materials to supply a small Renaissance fair. My destination of choice? This utterly magical, family-owned Washington wonderland where the sheer concentration of textiles is enough to make any crafter hyperventilate with joy.
Every time I wander down their endless aisles, fabric for every creative project imaginable calls out to me like a siren song, whispering sweet nothings about quilting, costume-making, and half-baked Pinterest ideas.
I’m pretty sure the staff thinks I live in the parking lot because I’m here so often. Honestly, though, who needs a social life when you can spend a Saturday afternoon burying your face in fleece and convincing yourself you have the time to hand-sew a velvet cape?…