I spent the morning hanging quilts. Our fall newsletter is about to break and there are a million details to check off this never ending list.
Hanging the class models was at the top for me this morning.
By 11:00am I was beyond beat.
That man. I swear he knows what I need before I do!
I begged him to sit a minute so I could take a break and enjoy the gift.
As we sat admiring my hanging handy work he asked who made all these quilts.
"Our teachers did", I replied proudly. "Aren't they awesome"?
"They really are", he said. "I like that one best".
"That's Swoon" I said. (He usually goes for more masculine looking quilts so picking Margo's Swoon quilt totally surprised me).
"How much would something like that sell for" he asked making small talk.
"Oh, I don't know, it's sometimes hard to get your time and materials out of a quilt. We make them because we love the whole creative process and how quilting and working with fabric makes us feel. You know, it's like fly fishing in Montana (he's planning a trip next month), or restoring an old car or wood working - you just can't put a price tag on something you love so much".
My husband. I wouldn't take all the quilts in the world for him!
Encourage one another,
And here is the rest of the story:
About an hour later as I was buzzing around the store acting like a rabid drill sargent - totally high on my triple nonfat latte, Becky asked if there would be any more caffeine in my day.
Wouldn't trade her either.