Deep down inside we are insecure and need the praise of others. I am critical of my work, but am also realistic, that life is not perfect and we wouldn't be happy if it was. So why should our work be perfect? It wouldn't look handmade if it was perfect. My mother used to tell me when I was little and she had made me a dress. You'll never see it on a trottin' horse. She made me hem all my dresses she made, and naturally they weren't perfect.