What a Lovely story. My mother, who taught me to piece and quilt a quilt was a perfectionist. I would quilt and she would come along behind me, remove my stitching and make me do it over. If it wasn't up to her standards, she again would remove the stitching but then, she would do the stitching to replace my 2nd try with her own. Mine wen't bad, just a little longer than hers. Yes, it can be very intimidating.I laid my quilt making aside until my oldest son got married. I made his soon to be bride one for her shower gift and have been making quilts ever since. That was 30 years ago and can't really count how many I have made since. The one thing I do remember is making over 200 small quilts, single bed quilts in two years. No, I didn't sell them, I donated them to a local Veteran's hospital.
My son tells me I am an artist personified, what ever than means. Should get out my old trustee dictionary. Never tought of it as any big deal.