Anyhow - back to my story. This morning after breakfast and walking our kids to school, my husband asked what I was doing today. "I have to go the quilt shop. It's the 40% off sale day. I need fabric and interfacing for next weekend." My husband grabbed his sunglasses and shoes - "Can I come shopping with you?" (really!??) He sure looked serious. Sure... Sure honey!
So we head out. I'm driving. We go through the Tim Horton's drive through for our large-double-doubles (that's Canadian coffees with for 2 cream & 2 sugar). Then we make a bee line to the fabric store. I make fun of him. I tell him THIS is the place - it's full of women all the time! hehe I shouted, 'WOOHOO!' out the window for him. I totally embarrassed him. We get to the parking lot and parked behind a vehicle with veteran plates. We smile at each other. He had better like older women. I am in fact 3 years older than him.
We go in. I'm trying to shop but he won't stop asking questions. He picks up a quilt kit and says, "this is a good price hey!?". I'm not sure what he's comparing it to. He's never shopped here before. Neither of us have ever purchased a quilt kit before. Usually the men wait in the vehicles if they do come at all, or they head out around the corner to grab a coffee. You know...
I have my arms full of a few nearly-empty bolts of batiks. I head to the woman behind the cutting table and ask, "did I come on the right day!? 40% off if you buy the bolt? Is there a limit to that?" She smiled and says, "You came on the right day. Buy twenty if you want! There is no limit." My husband pipes up, "go for it! Buy lots honey!" ...and he's serious! (!?) He likes deals. I'm thinking: why have I not done this before!? Why wouldn't our partners be nothing but supportive of our craft? Clearly, this is my issue. Still I wonder. Why do we assume our partners would hate being in a quilt shop? Why do we assume they might say, 'no more fabric for you dear'. (ps - I buy my own fabric with my own money.) However, on occasion I have thrown a sewing or quilting magazine into the grocery cart thinking no one will read the bill. Don't laugh. I've seen you do it too. Maybe we are the ones with issues. : )
I pay and we leave and go to hit up one more fabric store. Why not, right? He's SO into this. In the second store, he starts picking out bolts from the discount wall. I can barely keep him under control. "Slow down!" I laugh. I pick what I want and then put the rest back on the shelves. I head to the cutting table and wait. I'm seriously confused but enjoying my time out with him. It's kind of like a date.
While I'm standing in line with a few other women, I hear him again. HE'S SO FUNNY! He' hollars, "Monika!! You should come here and feel this!"
He has discovered minky.
"This stuff is awesome! Oh! Feel this too! You could sew a dog with it!" Now all the women are giggling. He has discovered this brown minky/faux fur/ swirly poodle fabric. I don't have a clue what it's called, but he is clearly blown away. "I am sorry," I apologize to the woman at the cutting table. "It's his first time in a fabric store". She just continues to giggle quietly to herself.
And that was my morning. It was awesome. You should try it. Best date I've had in a long time. THANKS HONEY! LOVE YA!
(This one is for you Brandy-Lynne!)