|during the freezing rain event|
I had just spent a little money ordering some angora yarn (contented sigh). So I told him that I felt he absolutely should run to town and pick up the wood. Besides, I said, I just spent a bit of money on my hobby, of course he should spend some on his. He turned to me, smiled a great big smile, and said "My hobby benefits the house."
(Insert pregnant pause here)
(Perhaps a few more seconds of a pause).
Don't take this wrong, please! It was a joke and he is very supportive of my yarn acquisition and consumption. There has been nary a word about the expense of my knitting ways.
Shortly before this particular conversation, we were discussing what to do with the young one's room when he vacates the premises. (It will be a few years yet, but parents can look forward to that, right?) He was thinking an office space, which is a fine idea. I mentioned that since he is handy (and has an awesome set of tools!) that perhaps he could fashion me a built-in for my yarn. There issued forth from this man a heavy sigh, followed by "so this will be a craft room then?". There was an even greater sigh on my part, after which I informed him "I KNIT. I DO NOT DO CRAFTS. BIG DIFFERENCE." So, that's settled then!
Seriously, though, please don't think he is crabby or intolerant of my love of the yarn arts. He is not at all.
Look what he brought me the following morning from his convenience store run:
It's a doughnut!
Sitting on my cake stand. With a little plastic frog.
Tomorrow I will post what I accomplished this weekend whilst hobbying on my hobby which doesn't benefit the house. Hee hee. Stay tuned.