Doesn't sound like love to me. Sounds like a power play for control. Of course one can't hear the tone of voice but still, I don't think I would appreciate being told what to do especially in those terms. You are an adult with a brain that works. You should be able to judge your own capacity. Do you threaten him to quit...(fill in the blank)...or else?

That is sweet. Yesterday, at two different quilt shops, I saw men coming in and asking advice for buying stuff for their wives. I thought that was the sweetest thing in the world. Another man had purchased a new sewing machine for his wife. Such caring men! Some ladies are so so cherished and...yes, lucky.

You remind me of this poem...
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
The only one sleeping was Quilter's dear spouse.
The Log Cabin stockings were almost completed,
"Just a few stitches left, "our sweet quilter repeated,
"Then I can hang them and head off to finish
The pillows I'm making, fulfilling Mom's wish
For something "quilty" to put on her couch",
As she pricked her poor finger, our quilter yelled, "Ouch!"
....When from out in the kitchen there arose such a crashing,
She sprang from her work , and she dropped all her sashing.
Away to the doorway she flew like a plane,
Wondering just what was happening and who she could blame.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But Old Mrs Claus and her bag of quilt-gear....
....With her elves bearing gifts, through the kitchen she came,
She directed and pointed and called them by name.
"Now Elna, now Pfaff, now Bernina and Viking,
The Hoffman and Mumm should be just to her liking.
To the sewing room - there, it's just back of the hall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

"My Dear," said The Claus (as she liked to be called),
There really is no need to worry at all.
Your projects will all be completed this night,
I'm terribly sorry we gave you a fright.
Sit down. Have some tea. It's relaxing, you'll see.
My friends and I've come a long way to help Thee.
She thought she was dreaming, our Dear Quilter did,
In fact she quite feared that she'd near' flipped her lid!
But the flash of the needles and twist of the thread
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.
They spoke no more words, but went straight to their sewing.
How the work went so quickly she had no way of knowing.
The stitches, how tiny! The corners, how straight!
This Claus-woman's talent was awfully great.
They finished the pillows, then started a quilt.
Before they all knew it, the whole thing was built!...
Now old Mrs. Claus, she knew quilters real well,
And she knew they'd need help on this night most of all
So she said to our quilter, "Just move over, dear,
I've brought my own needle. We'll get done, never fear.
I told dear old Santa about what quilters do.
How they plan all these projects but have other work too.
So he taught me his magic for doing things fast.
There, that pillow's done. Now this is the last."
They tidied their thread snips, and picked up the scraps
And chased our dear quilters six cats from their laps.
They left behind gingerbread (just to be nice)
And the whole house smelled sweetly of Christmas and spice.
As they scurried away with their thimbles still gleaming
Dear Mrs. Claus paused, her cap ribbons streaming.
"Merry Christmas, my dear, now just have a ball!
Relax and enjoy. Happy Quilting to all!"


I saw it in a quilt newsletter somewhere.

Ripped On Scotch - Thank you - what a wonderful Christmas poem for quilters!

Everyone else - thank you for all of your comments, opinions & suggestions. Yes, he "ordered" me. He knows too well that I wouldn't slow down otherwise. Yes, he did it out of love & concern. Yes, I was burning the candle at both ends. Yes, it is not healthy for me. Yes, I took a break & did not sew a single stitch from Monday a.m. to Wednesday p.m. - 61 hours with no sewing! Yes, he's happy & I'm very rested. Yes, I'm sewing again, just not into the wee hours of the morning. LOL

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

Thank you for the Poem. I will share with my Quilt grp.

AAHHH, to live a lone and can quilt as long as I want and as late as I want!!

He's worried about you! My hubby has decided (seriously) that I have way too much fabric. And I (seriously) know that I don't. This is not a joke. It is really causing friction between us! He wants to know "when are you starting ????'s quilt" etc. But when I say that I need some fabric............OH NO! "you have plenty!" He has just retired and maybe he is worried about money. Who knows. We are not rich by any means, but we are very comfortably off. OK that's my gripe. Sorry!

My husband makes snide comments about my quiltring passion in general. I think he is just jealous.