TNB Night Owl — Lady Snark’s Guide to Getting Your Husband to Do Stuff…

I’m interrupting tonight’s newly regularly scheduled Noir Side Street because I’ve had a migraine since last night and it hurts to think too much. So instead of delicious noir goodness, I’m going to share a little story…

It begins about thirty years ago, when the hubbins and I were first together. His youngest brother has a birthday just before Christmas and people would give him one present to cover both events, which was pretty sucky. So hubby wanted to give his brother two presents. Well, one of the presents ended up me making a tailored shirt for the youngest brother. He had one shoulder narrower than the other, so I measured everything on his torso and then altered a pattern to the measurements.

Years later I asked him about the shirt, since I never saw him wear it.

He explained he’d worn it out because it was his very favorite shirt and thus would be the first one he’d pick out of the fresh laundry to wear.

Now, I offered to make special garments for the hubbins over the years, but he’d turn me down.

Okay, that’s the background.

So last week, my husband mentions how I made that specially-tailored shirt for his brother and why hadn’t I ever made a nice dress shirt like that for him?

Now, I could’ve silently seethed at him over that, but I decided to use this to my advantage. Because I’m sneaky like that…

I’ve been pestering him for years about needing a space to do crafting and sewing, so I figured now would be the perfect time to press my case, when he could benefit from it, too.

So I said, “You know, if I had a dedicated space for crafting, sewing, and laying out patterns, then I could make you a dress shirt, too.”

What did I tell ya? Sneaky…

So, yeah… that’s how I’m finally getting him on-board to clear out our back bedroom to turn it into the crafting studio of my dreams. (Or “crafting atelier,” because I’m fancy like that.) The project’s underway and currently on-time. So… pretty soon. Pretty soon… (And lest you think I’m absolutely terrible, I’ll be doing most of the work; I mainly needed him to clear out the heavy/bulky stuff that kept me from even getting into our junk room.)