Originally Posted by JabezRose

HB swaggered in couple days ago, freshly laundered, leaned against post and hooked fingers in jean pocket, winked and said, "How about it beautiful?" Looked up at my big handsome husband loveingly, handed him a needle, threader and ball of crochet cotton and said, "Sure, big boy, there is a quilt on the rack in other room, go tie it off and I have another one to rack up when that is done. Tie it every other block dear." And did it all without skipping a stitch on quilt top I was working on.