Eight-fifty a.m. on a Monday, the door is open and a rushed and grizzled man in his sixties helps me find two pieces of brown leather in their "leather scraps" box, and I've got exactly what I need for new pocket and sleeve liners - for $10.15. Plus a lust for all the ribbons, fabric and tailoring supplies piled up in an orderly mess, floor to ceiling. This place is great.