Friday, March 09, 2007

What You Don't Know....Could be Interesting

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Last night Handy Dad and I were watching American Idol as he was valiantly trying to start up a conversation. His attempts were pretty much met with grunts and one word answers-not because I was upset, like he first thought.

I was exhausted.

This new job, as fun as it is, wipes me out. The longer hours, combined with the exercise, has me snoring by 9 pm almost every night! I suppose I'll get used to it, but in the meantime I'm struggling to keep up with everything. How did I survive high school as a kid? Now I know why I came home and had a nap every day.

So over the course of the week and my adventures in sewing classes, I've come to the decision that I need to learn to sew. I've always wanted to take a quilting class but always put it off, and here's my opportunity-the offer of a machine to borrow, plenty of advice and support, and all I have to do go find some books, purchase the supplies, and get to it.

There's no excuse NOT to learn, and I can even say I HAVE to learn for the sake of my job. Which is pretty good motivation, wouldn't you say?

Tonight I've read reams of information on quilting, I've picked a pattern, and was discussing the possibility of taking up a new hobby with John when he suddenly announced,

"I know how to quilt."

I didn't believe him.


"Ya, it's not that hard, really." He then listed off all the information that I had just spent two hours reading.

"What? When? How? And my God.....WHY?"

"I was bored. I read a book and made my daughter some of her baby quilts."

"You mean you just picked up a book and taught yourself to quilt because you were bored?" I was imagining my muscular husband who just oozes testosterone, the guy who has raced cars, flown planes, and tours the States on motorcycles sitting at a sewing machine sewing a pink baby quilt. Somehow it just didn't register.

"Ya. I learned to knit that way too."

I didn't know what to say.

That man is always full of surprises, I tell ya.

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