I have to tell a little story, has nothing to do with quilts, but on progress of another art. Crocheting. My grandmother had taught me basic. Single and Dbl. I got to the point, I was teaching myself harder stitches. Popcorn to be exact. I got some really pretty peach wool and was making my mother a sweater for mothers day. It turned out beautiful, but one arm was longer then the other. My mother wore it. Rolled/pulled up the arms a bit. Could not tell one was longer and wore it with pride. I said mom you are so fussy with your dressing, why wear this sweater?? She said it was made by you, it's beautiful, I love the color. Boy was I so proud