I went to the CRAZY L.Z. discount fabric outlet today, in search of material to reupholster my new dining chairs. Despite the enormous amount of fabric there -- a lot of which was old and not cute -- I didn't really find anything I liked. But the place is a massive, surreal, true fabric warehouse.
At first, I was excited: row upon row of fabric; how could I NOT find something?!
But then I started to come upon room after room of stuff like this:
The basement was like Silence of the Lambs. Truly creepy:
In an act of desperation, I bought some blue fabric for $3.95 a yard, thinking it might work on my chairs, but when I brought it home, it was totally the wrong color. I guess I'm only out $12, not the end of the world.
Later on in the day, Kevin and I went to Fishmans Fabrics, but we didn't find anything there, either. This is how he felt about that:
Not too happy.