The other night Jeff and I had a discussion about guns.
If you think I'm gonna talk about the right to bear arms..... think again.
Every year or so ( and this has gone on for many years) Jeff likes to update me on his guns - what he has, where it came from, who it came from, what his plans are for it, etc... He gets them out one by one. He tips them in his hands back and forth, checking it all over, looks up at me, gives me the low down, the history - what he shot with it or/and plans to shot with it and how much meat that has or will put on the table, and then wipes it down to keep it shiny and clean. He sets it ever so carefully against the wall and proceeds onto the next one. I won't tell you how many guns or how long this takes - I lose count and then get confused....
As I stand back and watch I realized - we're all a little a like, aren't we?
He gets his guns out and handles them much the same way I pull out my fabric.
I pull it out, run my hands over it, smell it (not sure why I smell it, and no, Jeff does not smell his guns.) and proceed to tell Jeff where I got it, what my plans are for it and how warm it will keep us once I turn it into a quilt..
So, what is it about being alike that doesn't end with just Jeff and me (or is it I, doesn't matter to me you get my point) - I watch him and Ryan do the same thing - they pull out the guns and... you know the story. Then I find Lindsey and I (or is it me......just trying to keep you on your grammar toes) in my sewing room pulling out fabric and....(no, Lindsey doesn't smell it like I do) you know the rest of the story.
Do we all share our precious treasures with the ones we love.
What do you have for precious treasures that you like to get out every so often and clean, polish and smell!!!
