My DH is generally understanding about my quilting things at home. On the road was another story.
I have a book that tells where quilt shops are, and plan my "potty stops" around them. At first DH would wait patiently in the car. Then once he followed me in, and lo and behold! he found something to use in his own hobby of making miniature ships (you know how we use unusual things in our hobby - he found magnifying glasses, heavy thread to use for ship lines, and I don't remember what else). After that he never minded making the stops!

LOL I have to laugh snowplow..

I have a husband that would join your husband!!!

Phyllis

my dh fusses about my quilting and that I do nothing but sew or chat - new quilt show addiction sorry Ricky I blame it all on you. when we are in. Texas I am able to keep my quilting supplies etc in my quilting/crafting room. Unfortunately in the summer when we live in out motorhome there is no designated quilt space, dh now says all he wants is a place to sit - well he really wants a neat motorhome with a clean floor and a wife who will sit outside with him SO IF ANYONE WANTS TO VOLUNTEER LET ME KNOW but since I am talking to quilters I am not too worried about being replaced and Billie, if you ever repeat this story to dh you will be instantly crossed off my good gal list. so be warned

I have been making quilts for all nine of my grandchildren and had finished the last one. DH looked at me and said "So now you are done?" Poor misguided soul

My Husband Mike is a long suffering quilter's spouse too! My favorite story on him was when we were visiting the museum in Paducha. He was far ahead of me but reading all the signs so as to become more knowlegable about my passion. He marched back across the museum floor, looked me straight in the eye and asked " Where is the ditch and why would you stich in it?" He got an explanation that was quite different from his vision of that term. Gota Love Um Betty Ann

He's been good about it all. Truly, he has.

He really hasn't even raised an eyebrow since January. That was the
last time he saw the dining room table. First it was just the
machine...then the mats and rotary cutters and a bit of fabric.

February saw almost daily packages of fabric arriving in the post. Dining room was no longer recognizable as such. Buffet full of china and crystal hidden behind a montain of cotton.

March (I think that's when I joined a paper-piecing group) brought piles of
foundation paper with odd geometric things printed on them.

By April, he started spending most of his time in his woodshop,
building a parquet table, that looked a lot like a Lone Star quilt.
He's bcome strangely obsessed with the project. Of course, I've been
very understanding...

But today, after he brought in the mail, I'm sure that when he phoned
me, I heard a slight bit of panic in his voice when he told me that a
little teeny-tiny quilt had been delivered to our house. LOL!!!!
I had received my first postcard from a postcard swap I joined.

My poor DH is thinking that quilts have taken over the world. :shock:

Just wanted to share a chuckle.
Gisela in Ohio