For the Men

I'm reminded that men actually read my blog. Ha! Imagine that! So I just wanted to apologize to the men for all that menopause talk yesterday--you probably hear enough of it already from your wife, right? (Just don't go trying to claim menopause for yourself, okay? I'm just sayin . . . .)

So I thought I'd write a man blog tonight. Just for you, because you're really special to me--but then you know that, right?

First of all, don't be embarrassed about reading a quilting blog. You can even leave me comments from time to time--don't be shy. Just because I quilt doesn't mean you can't talk to me. And that quilting thing? Do you know there are some pretty manly men who quilt?! Meet Butch. When I was cleaning out the Sweat Shop and sorting out my magazines, I came across this photo of him and one of the quilts he designed.

Butch seems pretty secure in his manhood. I tore him out of the magazine and put him on my refrigerator. I kinda like seeing him. Hubby wondered why I was putting Bruce on the refrigerator, but I couldn't really explain it. I think maybe it's a little like putting up the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue centerfold. Sort of. (No, I don't actually KNOW Butch--not in any sense of the word.)

Speaking of Hubby, who also just happens to be a man, I thought I'd take you out to the Man Cave to see what he's been doing. For the past few weeks, he's been heading out there at night after it cools down a bit and staying out until the wee hours of the morning. (Do you think he'd come in sooner if I unlocked the door?)

I don't know if this guy has a name, but he looks like he's spending a happy day fishing. Did you notice the beer in his hand?

Then there's this gal:

At least I think it's a gal. You can't see it very well, but she has a butterfly on her hand. I know who Hubby made the fisherman for, but I don't know about this one--I'm sure he has a recipient in mind. Last week he made a pot person and took it over to my future-daughter-in-law's mom for her garden. He seems quite creative lately. And he's secure in his manhood. But he doesn't ride a Harley.

Now I don't usually do this because I like to remain somewhat anonymous, but tonight, in an effort to make up for all the menopause and hormonal man-bashing talk, I thought I'd post a photo of me.

I always think it's important to keep hydrated.

Okay, it's not really me, but I didn't think you'd mind. Y'all come back again, you hear?!