My husband definately does not get it. He complains bitterly about me "creating works of beauty for others when you could be spending your time cleaning or re-decorating the house for us or gardening". While those are all worthwhile pursuits, they are not the activites that feed my soul and make my heart sing. I've tried explaining it to him but it is as if I am speaking a foreign language - he doesn't comprehend and probably never will. I just tell him that it is something I have to do and no matter how he complains, I'll still quilt!