Our first fight as a married couple was about what goes in the freezer. Boy was i clueless. We worked that out.
The last time I sanded Osage in the basement there was a fine atmospheric layer of yellow dust that settled ALL over her scrap booking table and supplies. She was at first miffed, but said there are a lot of worse things i could do.
One day I used her candle warmer for a glue pot warmer and put on some sinew backing on a bow. It STUNK up the house. My wife came home and said, "what's that smell?" At that very moment the dog audibly passed gas and got 100% of the blame.
Months later I fessed up. Guilty conscience I suppose.
I wanted to hang a bow up for display and my wife disagreed. When I protested she took me on a tour of the house showing me the bows on her dresser, the atlatls hanging from curtain rods, the pelts draped over the railing, feathers and bison horn on the book case shelves, staves in every conceivable corner, bead work supplies on the carpet. . . well the tour took long enough to convince me I have decorated every room with primitiveness. I suppose a doily here and there is no big deal.
Saxton Pope once said something to the effect of: Your wife will accustom herself to wood shavings and feather scraps in her rugs. That is not the exact quote but it is close!
He was right. Mine does not share my addiction but she is quite patient overall.
