i remember when i was a kid how much my family and i would whine whenever my mom would spend hours in a fabric store. once i sat on the same spot so long someone thought i was working in that shop. years later my sisters and i finally understand how hours being in this kind of store is worth all the "treasures" we find. i even wanted to go again the next day. we went crazy. those photos are before shots. we tore the shop apart. who can resist fine silk? i cant.