Fabric lovers, consider this your warning: self-control will not survive this trip. In North Carolina, there’s a warehouse so big it feels less like a store and more like a textile universe.
Rows upon rows of fabric stretch in every direction. Cotton, velvet, linen, patterns you didn’t know you needed, and colors that somehow look even better in person.
It’s the kind of place where “just one yard” turns into an armful before you even realize what happened…