I feel a real responsibility to my ripper (rippers need love too). But I have to tell you (excuse me for bragging) but after just 10 years of quilting I find that I now spend at least equal time sewing as oppose to ripping out. Classes confuse me. I'm dyslexic and have to move pieces around to see what the instructor has managed to achieve with a few twists of her wrists and by that time I've missed something important. So I end up ripping... and have given up classes. But I have developed a workable philosophical. In the evening I can sit next to my wonderful hubby and rip as we talk, or as he watches the Giants win or lose, or whatever. It CAN be relaxing.
My comfort zone is challenged when I put fabrics together (this piece or this? become a song in my head). That's where DH comes in and says, with great authority for someone who has been told he is essentially color blind, that one is obviously the right one. Gotta love that man! He even cured problems I had with a watercolor quilt of 1" squares years ago.
Last edited by Sierra; 10-19-2012 at 08:37 AM.