Twenty years ago when I was in my 30s I learned to quilt and tried to be a perfectionist. I got frustrated with my less than perfect results and put quilting aside. There was no joy in it for me. Now I am 58, not a perfectionist, and once again quilting my less than perfect quilts and am blissfully happy. Age does have its compensations. What I see as a mistake, my family sees as a work of love.