I'm Officially an Old Lady

Our friends have claimed that Jason and I are like an old man and old woman.  Or at least that we have old souls.  We wear comfortable clothes (Jason loves his old man sweater and you won't see me rocking high heels for the sake of fashion), we garden, we're frugal, we read in public, we're content not talking at meals together, and so forth and so forth and so forth. 

Well, I think Jason's Christmas present to me just sealed the deal.  I'm officially an old lady.  During the past week or so, Jason had been secretly visiting antique stores around town to find me this bad boy:

Yes, a quilt rack. 

You remember how excited I was a few months ago when I found a new quilt?  Well, I had got it in my head that I really need a nice quilt rack for it.  Jason made fun of me.  But, he loves me bunches and surprised me with one this morning.

And I love it... in all of its old lady glory.  It matches our bedroom furniture.  It's a bit wobbly.  One of the rungs is warped from all of the quilts it's held over the years.  It's perfect.

Now that I think about it... should have buying the quilt in the first place been the official mark to my old lady ways?

You know, Southern Living this month said quilting is the new knitting.  Wait, should having a subscription to Southern Living been the mark to my old ladiness?  If that was the case, I should have declared this title years ago.