So I stumbled across some fun pictures from a few years ago. A friend of mine and I went to the Fashion District in LA for a project I was sewing. It brought back fond memories and rekindled how much I LOVE the Fashion District. Rows and rows of fabric piled up to the ceilings and squished together that you could get lost in. It’s also kind of like being in a 3rd world country, but in a good way if that makes sense? It’s one of those places that you totally love, or totally hate. I really enjoy bargaining with the sellers. You can get fabric talked down pretty cheap if you are determined.