Originally Posted by Crafty critter
My late husband thought anything in my sewing room was fair game: cut anything with the scissors, use the chalk to mark something he was working on, use my marking pencils.
I was just the opposite when I lived with my parents. Everything in my Dad's garage was fair game for quilting. My dad always was irratated with me because I'd borrow his rulers and pencils when I quilted at his house. I'd hear him bellow "Sarah June, where's my large square?" "have you seen my tape measure" I only had a small tape measure at the time. Dad had this cool metal one that measured everything I needed and I could lock it in position.
This was before the fancy rulers we have now.