When I was first married and living in New Jersey, there was an infamous highway right near me - Route 22. It was known far and wide to be a crazy road to drive on, wild traffic, people cutting you off, lots of businesses with cars entering the highway from every which way; you felt like you were entering the Twilight Zone of crazy driving when driving on Route 22. There were few things to entice me onto this highway, but the one I distinctly remember was....Drumroll please.....FABRIC LAND....in Plainfield, N.J. It was around a 5 mile drive down this crazy highway but a great fabric store for its time and one I was willing to risk life and limb for. I was a teacher at the time, made a lot of my own clothes and was always in the market for dress goods. I've always loved woolens and find them harder and harder to find and also find I wear them less and less.
Til next time