Forget Perfection

If you are anything like me, that is very difficult to do. And the problem with this is that it makes it very difficult to actually start something. I mean, what's the point of starting something, if I'm only going to get it wrong and everyone will judge it and know I'm a failure, and, and – well, you get the picture.

So, today a friend was on Facebook, and I commented on a post he had made. I followed this up with a note through Messenger. One thing led to another, and I ended up sending him a picture of a quilt top I had made. The quilt was intended for his son, but it was so busy, and so bright that I figured he would hate it. Plus I made a booboo in the quilt.

Well, as a result, he has told me that he has plans to come and pick it up from me. I told him I would have to go and buy backing and finish it. So – guess what. Off we went to the quilt shop where I bought suitable backing, and some extra fabric for the binding (in case I don't have enough on hand). Next, I'll have to clear off my quilting frame, and start practising like crazy. I know exactly how I want to quilt this, and it's going to take some work.

But. Despite the booboo – and how busy it is – he likes the quilt! I showed it to the owner at the quilt store, and she told me it's great! (She also commented on the small kennel quilt I had made, saying that all the corners meet and it's crazy. Did I mention it's made from 2” squares?)

The bottom line is – I need to remember that perfection isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Wonder how long I'll actually remember.