I went to an exhibition of antique quilts at the Quilt Museum in York (UK). I noticed that many of them had points that were not only imperfect, but often WAY out. Or the quilting was wobbly. Or the blocks weren't placed regularly. Or, or or... And every single one of them was being honoured by being on display and was beautiful. That was when I decided to stop comparing my work with some imaginary perfection, to just enjoy making them and be proud of myself for what I CAN do, rather than be angry or sad about what is beyond me. Eight years ago I'd spent nearly 50 years believing that I was totally useless at sewing or anything to do with crafts or art - now I make quilts that bring pleasure to me and to others. That's enough.