How to Keep Your Husband Out of Your Sewing Space

I finally did it.......My husband might never step foot in the studio again. If you are one of my children stop reading now!!!


Yesterday fellow BLOCKHEAD (Evonne's quilts) and I were in deep quilting concentration, when my husband came home, from work, bearing gifts......did I mention our family is in the bakery business. Unbeknownst to us, he had slipped downstairs and was standing, in the doorway, right close, to where fellow BLOCKHEAD  was sitting. We heard the words "Which one would you girls like?"  We looked up, at the same time, only to see two very long baguette's staring us in the face. He had one in each hand...... I'm sorry to say in a very questionable position..... inadvertently, of course.

One of  The alleged Baguettes (fellow BLOCKHEAD took the other one home)

The Culprit standing in the Doorway.


I didn't have my camera........ I improvised (note, I can't draw worth beans, but you get the picture)

After falling off our sewing chairs, howling hysterically, fellow BLOCKHEAD and I are now in recovery.  Shortly after, we could barely eat our dinner without repeatedly bursting into laughter again....it's hard to eat that way, not to mention the strange looks we were getting, at the restaurant. 


Soon, we should be able to resume most of our normal activities without bursting into hysterical laughter........such as eating baguettes, of course (what else could I possibly mean). Our only regret, the other  BLOCKHEADS were absent that day.


In case you're wondering......my husband told us to get our minds out of the gutter and skulked away......possibly to never darken the doors of the studio again. 


Note....permission from the culprit was granted to repeat this story.