The street I turned onto is called Dawson Boulevard, and there is a really big building there that always has "going out of business" signs on it. However, it should be noted that when I tried to check in, the only location option Instagram and Facebook gave me was "Netherworld Haunted House," which is kind of scary.
After looking around a little, I realized there wasn't much furniture there for me, so I checked out a place called "Fine Fabrics" on the south side of the building. I wasn't sure if that was its name or just a statement of the store's contents, so of course I had to investigate.
All I can really say here is that this was far and away the largest fabric store I've seen in my entire life. I was thinking that even before I realized I had only seen a quarter of the store's contents. There was a stock of stretchy fabric to rival that of Stretch House in New York, and there were sequined fabrics, Kenyan stamped fabrics, Chinoiserie, silk, satin, leather, upholstery fabrics, and even a bit of neon pink fur. It was overwhelming, so I'm just going to show you some more pictures.
|Tables and Tables of Sewing Machines and surgeries.|
|A Vintage Soft Drink Machine complete with vintage soda.|
|Stacks on stacks of leather patches.|
|Boxes of buttons|
|Lots of colors of extra long zippers|
|This random Alien Statue|
Even if you don't need an alien statue, I highly suggest stopping by this giant fabric store next time you're in Atlanta. The sheer size is worth a visit.
In case you're wondering, I still don't have a bedside table. This is getting ridiculous.