Rather be trim shopping in India (but I’ll take what I can get)
I earned a gold medal on my girl scout uniform today for defeating the vicious urge to buy yardage of every trim below. I came across a beautiful hole in the wall trimmings shop in the garment district and was drawn inside like a moth to a flame. I bought some remnants from a “junk box” full of discounted trims on the shop floor, but left behind many beautiful spools of jewel tones, metallics, and embroidered trims.
Few things get me quite excited as trim shopping.