When I read and see on the TV all of the "correct" ways and expensive tools, I think of my Grannie. Sitting in her rocking chair with a gift box lid on her lap. In the box were her scissors, scraps of fabric and her cardboard pattern and she was in the process of making a quilt. Quilts were for warmth not show. In her day there were no "quilt police", no classes, no shows, no scant 1/4" seams. Patterns were published in the newspaper (I have some of hers) or in magazines like "Workbasket". If you had a sewing machine, you were well off. My quilts are on my bed for warmth. A bedspread goes over them. My galloping horse is a race horse.
I purchased a piece of pottery when visiting the Navajo Nation. The artist pointed out the "mistake", one of which is in every piece he makes. He told me it was a Navajo tradition because no one is perfect. Now when I make something for my one daughter, she always asks me where the mistake is. She loves the Native American traditions because she is 1/8 Cherokee.