I NEED ONE.. I was thinking I need to join some organization to get cured from buying and hoarding back fabric. I stumbled across this poem.
Ode to My Wife the Quilter
She learned to quilt on Monday.
Her stitches all were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner.
so we went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures on Tuesday.
she says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely.
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesdays it was a sampler.
She says stipling’s fun.
What highlights! What Shadows!
But the laundry wasn’t done.
Her patches were on Thursday –
Green, yellow, blue and red.
I guess she was really engrossed;
She never made the bed. It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores.I t never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on the floors. I found a maid on Saturday.
My week is now complete. My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.
Well, it’s already Sunday.
I think I’m about to wilt. I cursed, I raved, I ranted,
The MAID has learned to QUILT!
It was on Kathy AK blog. You can go here and see all her beautiful work. http://open.salon.com/blog/kathy_ak
Enjoy and you are going to have a time laughing when you read about her addiction to fabric!
PS. I really do not want to be cured..it that a bad thing?