I’ve got three big quilts on the go at the moment. While working on each of them a little bit last weekend I looked around at my workshop (the table in the living room) and saw it was covered in lots of pretty, colourful fabrics, multi-coloured spools of thread, bags of jewel-bright buttons…at the same time Mr Welch was putting up some very sturdy shelves in the kitchen and covering it in sawdust. ‘What attractive detritus my hobby creates’, I may have remarked to myself, ‘and what a mess manly hobbies make’. Days later I am reading an entry on quilting in some online encyclopaedia that says quilting is almost always done by women which got me looking for male quilters. I follow some on Twitter and they do seem a bit wimpy (I’m going to hell, I’m sure they’re perfectly nice). But then I found this guy:
He really is quite something. Look at his manly Harley and his heterosexual bandana! See how it looks like he’s painted eyes on to his closed eyelids? That, ladies and gentlemen, is what a REAL man looks like.
