Diary of a Serial Quilter (part 3)

Dear Diary

My family was not too happy with KFC last night, forgot to get the cole slaw and ears of corn. As we ate, I explained about my trip to the fabric shop and how time just seemed to get away from me. The kids, being like any normal teenagers, were not in the least bit interested. My husband, on the other hand, kept glaring at the sack of fabric sitting on the kitchen counter, and holding his chest every time he looked at the sales receipt. I really didn’t like the way his face paled and drained all off color! (But I couldn’t help thinking, that’s the perfect color of the neutral I was trying to find for the last rail in the log cabin!). I explained that it was really a good price, that the fabric was $8.95 per yard and that I had gotten 2 yards each of the 10 colors I needed and only one yard of the dark red for the center. Besides, I told him, there was a 15% off on the fabric so I saved $14.77 and it wasn’t my fault that I had to pay $5.23 tax so that Uncle Sam could have his slice of the pie! Which was the wrong thing to say cause then the kids wanted to know what was for desert! As I dished up the ice cream and reached for the 2 week old oatmeal cookies, my husband mumbled something about hoping I finished this quilt without having to buy anything else. This morning I got out my new quilt book, laid out all my fabric and was prepared to start making my new quilt. As I began reading I realized I would need to wash and press the fabric before I started. So, off to the laundry room with all my beautiful fabrics. When I opened the washer I realized it was full of the jeans I had washed yesterday and forgot all about. Deciding they didn’t smell stale, I tossed them into the dryer and filled the washer with all my new fabric. As soon as I heard the washer quit I rushed in so I could dry the new fabric. On checking, the jeans weren’t quite dry but I couldn’t wait, I just tossed them into a laundry basket anyway and filled the dryer with my new fabric. An hour later, all the fabric was dry and pressed, I was now ready to start cutting. Again I picked up the book and began reading. They started talking about a cutting table, cutting mat and rotary cutter. Well, I didn’t have any of those things. I grabbed up my purse, check book and headed back to the quilt shop. After purchasing rulers, cutting mat, rotary cutter and extra blades, thread, and anything else I thought I would need, I headed for the second hand store to find a table that would work for a cutting table. After much searching, and three stores later, I found a second hand dining room table just the right height and size. They promised to deliver it in the morning. Realizing it was after 6, I run by Pizza Hut, grabbed 3 extra large combo pizzas and headed home. I rushed into the kitchen laid my new quilting supplies on the counter and slung the pizzas onto the kitchen table. I looked up only to find the family glaring at me for being late once again and bringing home ‘take out’ for dinner. I stood my ground and glared right back at them and said “Deal with it, I’ve had a rough day”. As we were eating I noticed my husband staring at the sack of cutting supplies I had put on the counter. I decided I needed more ice in my coke and got up to get it, gently slipping the sales receipt out of the sack as I reached for the ice tray. I didn’t think his ole heart could stand knowing I had spent another $50.00 at the quilt shop and I certainly wasn’t going to mention the used table arriving tomorrow. As I lay in bed, I began theorizing how I would re-arrange the bedroom furniture to make room for my cutting table. (To be continued)