I started quilting to make 3 quilts for my best friends 3 boys after her death. She had finished 8 squares, each a perfectly pointed blue and white mariners compass. I made each boy a scrappy quilt, colours of their choice, a few mistakes. They love them.
My friend had made me a wedding ring quilt, which I have given back to her husband, as it was the only thing she ever really finished.
When she died, she bequeathed her stash to me. She had thousands of fabrics, not one of which I liked! I donated them all to a charity that makes quilts for sick children, homeless people and bushfire survivors.
She left a mountain of unpicking, of things that were half finished, they went to the charity as well. The women who picked them up ooohed and aaahed at her work, and one of them could find the faults. She took the pile to fix - and she was welcome to it.
I quilt and I remember her, but I wish she had relaxed more about perfection and been able to finish her boys quilts - and left more of her work to those who loved her.
I just want to get things good enough - perfection is my goal, but as a beginner, I am happy with that.
And noone has given me back any bits and pieces yet!