I'm not sure if anyone has ever heard this joke, but I think it's worth repeating.
A quilter dies and goes to what she thinks is heaven. As far as the eye can see there are beautiful bolts of fabric and every pattern, type of sewing machine and thread available. There are women sitting at long tables in front of the machines quietly staring into space. She exclaims, "I must be in quilter's heaven!!!"
One of the women seated at the tables replies, "Sorry, you are in quilter's hell. There are no scissors."