This is what happens when you talk your husband into taking a quilting class and he gets "hooked". He first moves into your little sewing room, your little 10 x 10 spare bedroom that has everything you need in it, cutting table, a couple of sewing and embroidery machines, a serger, a computer, and a beautiful view of the mountains through the bay windows. And now, he's in there. Using your cutting mat, borrowing your rotary cutter, cutting paper with your Ginghers (erg). What's worse, is he tries to reorganize you... because "how can you find anything in this room?"
So you grit your teeth, let him do what he wants, because he's found a new hobby, and you can help him.
But then you get enough backbone to say, "This little room isn't going to cut it." And the possibility arises of moving it all downstairs into the "Man Cave". At first, it was unthinkable. But after trying to move everything into our dining room to gain additional space, and discovering it wasn't nearly big enough either, he 'suggests' the Man Cave would be ideal.
So through the past couple of weeks, we've spent a few of hours each night, tearing up nasty carpet, moving furniture, planning schematics of the floor layout.
When we're done, we'll post some pics. We still have some compromising to do. I would love to have my sewing area near the gas fireplace, and he wants a 500" screen TV (yes, I'm exagerating a tad). So we'll have to see how this plays out.
But I'm excited... I think. As long as he doesn't continue to use my rotary blade cutter as a carpet cutting tool. (don't go there.. I wasn't a happy camper!)
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