My love for fabric stores is ridiculous.

I want to spend hours staring at bright colors and amazing textures and sequins and lace.

As much as I love the Sew Inn and other quaint little fabric stores, there is something to be said about my absolute freakout when in NYC.  There’s a freaking block that has JUST FABRIC STORES.  I mean there are other things. But they are clearly the dominant visual force.

The only flaw is for some reason my friend who was with me for some reason doesn’t have the same feelings towards fabric stores. Though he was a good sport though my ramblings and excitement.

My knowledge that there was a garment district in New York City was zero.  Sure, I assumed in the back of my brain that there were lots of stores and in a city that amazing and large a selection beyond my wildest dreams.  But I never really stopped to think about it.

Until I was walking down 40 West between 7th and 8th and my life changed.

Those photos were quickly snapped in windows and displays and aren’t hardly a tribute to how amazing the block was.  My shock and love was overwhelming and thus poorly documented.

So now I’m doing research.  I plan to start sewing projects in the next couple of weeks, including a skirt I found that would be perfect for graduation (again, shameless plug for Graduation Preparation) so I wish I had previous knowledge but I’ve come to terms with this failure.

There is an entire blog about shopping the garment district, which appears to be a huge expanse of the city and include trim stores, fabric stores, and a variety of other wonderful places.  The amount of my lack of knowledge before this trip bummed me out is completely destroyed by my newfound excitement.

The Gotham Center for New York City History has a great write up of the history of the district so I’ll let that well written version be the informant of how the area became what blew my mind on a trip that included the top of Rockefeller Center and my first in-person view of Times Square.