No one is harder on me . . . than ME! Stitching is my thing. Stitching that does not measure up to what I had anticipated or expected, causes me to scratch my head, making the gray hair stand on end. I realize not all things will bring my seal of approval, but that does not make it easy to suck it up and move past it.
I have found I need to walk away from the project as it is laid out on my sewing tables and find something else to do for a bit. When I return and do a quick glance, I may be hard pressed to see the elephant in the project. I had zeroed in on the problem area for so long, that it was all I did see. Interestingly, some of my fellow quilters are into what they call “heirloom quilts.” Nice to look at but don’t you dare expose them to the crunching that a quilt would normally endure while its owner tosses and turns in bed. My quilts become heirlooms as my loved ones use them, abuse them and always feel good snuggling up in them. It is all about perspective.