My first husband (now deceased) used to go fishing every fall with a bunch of friends. Once the kids were grown up I'd go with him on his trips, as did the other men's wives. (camping in trailers and rv's) One year I decided to take my sewing machine. At first he balked until I told him I'd leave my sewing machine home if he'd leave his fishing pole home. Well that did the trick. The next year all the other wives took their sewing machines and we'd get together under a big canopy and sew away. I think everyone was happier with this arrangement, including the men. My current husband of 3 years is more interested in my sewing. Together he and I made 25 rag quilts in a year and a half.