I love my husband, WareBear. He goes above and beyond with just about anything I ask him to do. You see, if there is one thing that the Marines taught him well it is how to take orders. WareBear takes orders like a champ, every once in a while I catch an eye roll or a sigh – but I’m fine with that.
My job requires a lot of late nights and tonight I requested a favor of my loving and giving husband.
Can you baste together the mini cupcake quilt?
Mind you, he has helped me with the other two that I’ve completed. With specific instructions to leave about an inch and half to two inches around the edge of the quilt top of batting and backing – I let him go for it. I’m texting all of this information to him from my meeting before it starts. At the beginning of the process, he texted his approach. I was so proud of him and even bragged to TBF that he got husband of the week award (ON A MONDAY – week has even gotten into full swing for Birdman or Guido to take him down).
As I pulled into the driveway, the iMessages fluttered through on my iPhone from WareBear. Oh sweet man of my life & future father of our perfect mulatto children with amazing hair, where did you go wrong? Where did you make the mistake of cutting around the entire quilt top, batting and backing included? The batting I use is $14.99 a yard and that glitter fabric was not cheap either.
There is just a quilt top in my craft room in need of a fabric backing and batting after having to pry the layers apart. The man feels terrible and plans to go tomorrow before class to grab replacements for his error this evening.
If you want something done right, don’t let a man do it.