bunbytes

I think husby can't qualify as a "judge" as to who is a quilter or not since he's not involved in the process. No offense, but I think that's pretty tacky of him to denounce your status as a quilter!

CarrieC

In my humble opinion once the quilting sickness has bitten you you're a quilter - PERIOD.

Pat G

This is so funny to me since I have a new sewing buddy who I'm teaching. She usually "shops" from my stash but now that she's acquiring scraps she's now calling her "stash". I have to laugh at her & tell her now she's a true quilter when she has a "stash".

hensandhollyhocks

Sounds like you have all the symptoms to me.

teddysmom

Of course you're a quilter. Don't let him tell you otherwise. MEN.......

Threadbanger

Just tell your DH that you want to be a quilter and to do that not only must you make quilts, you must obtain the most high-tech sewing machine around and spend $500 a month in buying fabric. He might relent and say, "No you made a quilt and that's all it takes to be a quilter". Otherwise, take him shopping for new gadgets and fabric!

PS Stitcher

Pish Posh!! Tell that hubby of yours to zip it!! In a nice way of course! You ARE a quilter!! The minute that you ran your hands over fabric and felt all fuzzy and warm, you were a quilter!! Way to go!!

spacebull1

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carolynjo

Does HE have a hobby? How long did it take for him to become proficient? After his first "whatever" he was probably as addicted as you are. Raspberries to the self-proclaimed judge.

lmiller1978

Honey....I have been a quilter since I was 5 years old, playing with my dolls underneath my great-grandma's quilting frame that hung from the garage ceiling at my great-aunt's as 4 beautiful and skillful ladies chatted and stitched the day away....My love started early...the addiction came later when I started "rescuing" quilts from garage sales and thrift stores and people's trash piles and restoring them....now I restore and make my own quilts...I have a room in the upstairs of my house that is only for quilting....NO HUBBY, NO KIDS, NO PETS....just me and my addiction. So in an essence...you don't have to justify your "being, or not being" a quilter to anyone, including your hubby, as mine doesn't understand it either....but he does foot the fabric bill most of the time...lol...Quilting is in your heart =)