Having read so many of our thoughts concerning the mistreatment of our quilts, I began thinking in a little different light. Perhaps the lady really loved the quilt and had it on her sofa in order to display it, but the husband, having no appreciation for the work and art, came in and plopped down on it before she could stop him. You know our "honey" sometimes just lives in his own world and is unaware of our treasurers. I know at my house a freshly cleaned floor seems to be an invitation for my hubby of 40 years and now retired to track in mud from the back door all the way to the front door. However it would probably be best if we quilters who have retired and have a retired husband didn't tell all of the things this man of ours can do to drive us up the wall. I just go to my sewing room and think about the beautiful work of art I can create in the most recent project.