I recently finished a quilt top that my mother had made (and stuffed away in a chest) before she died. It was a huge broken star pattern and was beautiful. But on closer inspection I found that her seams didn't match well and the top didn't lay flat in some areas, others it was fine. I really didn't want to change or fix anything she had done, because that would have made the top my work and not hers, so I did what I had to do to get it finished. It wasn't perfect, but that was ok....my mother made the top and I was grateful to be given the opportunity to finish it. My family is able to admire her work (not seeing the mistakes like I do) and enjoy the quilt on their bed!