Loved this poem

that I found over at Vicki's and thought I might share it here for the Quilters that read my blog, guessing they are true words for a lot of us. Hands up if you can relate, lol.

                                                                                

A Quilter is:
 

Someone who assiduously clips coupons and hunts for bargains at the supermarket,  

but buys untold yards of fabric, regardless of price.
 

Someone who pays to have the ironing done, 

but thinks nothing of standing for hours pressing twenty yards of fabric for a quilt.
 

Someone who sees life through the eye of a needle, and that is a very special thing.
 

Someone who is bored silly hearing about other people's dumb hobbies, such as sky-diving, motor cycling or stamp collecting, 

but constantly fascinates everyone she comes in contact with by sharing her quilts and  quilting experiences.
 

Someone who has not been able to balance her check book since March 1979,  

but can figure the yardage requirements for a Log Cabin Quilt and have just enough left over for a pin cushion.
 

Someone who enjoys sewing a quilt, 

but hides the mending until the garments are either outgrown or out of style. 

Someone who cannot see cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, dust balls under the bed or a sink full of dirty dishes, 

but can thread a size 10 needle in the dark.

Anonymous

hugs,

Diana