I walked into this alternate universe of middle aged women and older surround by isles of fabric and craft material... I didn't make it past the register before asking for help. I didn't really fit in as the ONLY guy in the store, plus stopping in right after work (Heavy work boots, Dickies dungarees and covered in sawdust). By the time I made it to the cutting counter, I had to ask for help again. Got 1 piece of something I needed and asked for help again... Needless to say I had an uncomfortable time feeling like a moron. On the upside I can't imagine a better place for anyone who makes anything with fabrics, etc. Had it not been for the saucy sass attitude at the cutting counter, I would've given this place 5 stars. The super friendly/helpful girl at the register bumped my original 3 star impression.