I sometimes find myself heading to a quilt shop after doing some errands and I occasionally have my husband along. Usually this includes a bribe for lunch or some other activity that he likes. So I asked him one day, as we headed for lunch after such a stop, to give impressions of his quilt shop experience. Here’s what he had to say:
“As I enter, I immediately begin looking for the ‘man chair’. In this case, it was a man couch. I saw this as a potential problem right off; bad enough sitting in a quilt shop but the thought of another man or maybe even two sitting next to me was unnerving. Of course, within three minutes another couple came in. Fortunately, this man must have felt the same way I did because he stood about two feet from the door for the 20 minutes they were there mostly staring at the floor. At this point, you probably have concluded that I was there a lot longer than the 20 minutes my wife had promised me in the car on the way there. I sat patiently while my wife perused just about every bolt of fabric in the shop, chatted with the owner, and had a discussion about the upcoming Row by Row season.
I have found on these occasions, that it is important for me to keep an upbeat attitude, after all lunch is coming soon. So I often amuse myself by looking for anything interesting in the store. As I looked around, I saw a sign that said ‘Make it Sew’. Interesting, I thought. Another said, ‘As ye rip, so shall ye sew’. Then there was my favorite, ‘I like big quilts and I cannot lie’. This usually works for about five minutes. Sometimes as a diversion, I will randomly yell out quilting terms barking loudly and in short spurts. Fat Quarter!! I yell when no one is looking. Jelly Roll!! Bargello!! Batik!! I continue with appropriate pauses in between. Having exhausted the four quilting terms I’ve picked up in 44 years of being married to a quilter, I settle down back on the couch. Just as I’m about to doze off (after another 30 minutes), I hear a conversation between my wife and the owner. One of them mentions ‘fussy cuts’. And I smile and say to myself, “I’ll have to add that one to my word arsenal for the next quilt shop”.