i learned many years ago that perfection was a burden i would never be required to bear, and i am grateful. i would love, someday, to create a perfect quilt--but like the amish quilters and the "humility " errors deliberately put in their work, i am reminded every waking moment of my life that perfection os god's, alone. what is required of me is to DO. my quilts, like my life, will never measure up to some people's standards--but those who know me love them, and know that they are meant to be used, sat on, and yes, even worn out. (that was a goal met, actually--to have a quilt so well loved that it fell apart from use. took it about ten years, but it finally became "real"...)
"the enemy of "good" is "better".