There I was, huddled by the warm flickering fire on a frozen tundra like winter day with no projects of purpose on the to do list. My wife, a huge quilter, was expecting some quilting pals soon. Casual, she suggested I might want to take a look at a set of quilt rack plans her friend was bringing. Concerned 😬 it was a trap to make 100 or something, I muttered “frizzle frazzle freaking frackers”. Unfortunately, I did not have my hearing aids in and, unbeknownst to me, I muttered frizzle frazzle freaking frackers rather loudly.
Knowing the secret phrase for “I heard you”, which is “what did you just say?” I scrambled for the most plausible thing I could think 🤔 of that rhymes with frizzle frazzle freaking frackers - what spewed from my mouth was nothing short of sheer brilliance - I quickly retorted, “I said, I would love to take a look, and how many would you like me make?” Ha, disaster averted - once again, our hero saved the day.
Well, when the dust settled, I ended up making two. Both are cherry with a salad bowl finish.
So, in truth, my wife has a friend who wanted a quilt rack and I didn’t have much on the project plate. About a month later another friend wanted one. Not as exciting as my first account of the event. But the results were the same. Two cherry quilt racks because I didn’t have much to do.