I went in there ONCE!!! Never again, unless I tell my "next of kin" first. She has enough space to measure out a half yard of fabric at a time. And if you want anything you have to tell her what you're looking for. She can find it for you. But I got so scared when she got out a tippy little ladder to reach something up high, and I could see the whole stack leaning her way. She has huge boxes of fabric out front that have been there since spring that she hasn't even opened yet. I live about a half hour from there. All I can think of is being in there when the floor collapses and my family never knowing where I was. That's what you call "Death by Fabric".