My husband doesn’t ask me to make a quilt very often, so when he does – as long as it’s one I think I’m liable to finish in this lifetime – I say yes. Which is how this latest project came home with me. Last week we were in a quilt shop when he saw a lap quilt, stopped, and gazed yearningly.
DB (for Dearly Beloved): I really like that.
Me: You do?
DB: Oh, yeah. I really like the colors.
Me (clearing throat): But, honey, it’s got pink in it.
DB: I know.
Me: You don’t like pink.
DB: I like it in this. I think it would look good in our living room.
Me (clearing throat) (again): Our living room walls are orange.
DB: It will blend. I really like the way the colors go together in this.
Okay, then. One pink quilt coming up.
The fabrics really are lovely together, aren’t they? (There are times a kit makes life so much easier).
One of the things I love about having been married for so long is how my own true love can still surprise me. A pink quilt. Who knew?