Originally Posted by
Tartan
When I have pieced to the best of my abilities, I am satisfied. I have found that the more I fiddled trying to get " perfect" the less happy I am. Fabric only stay nice for a couple of tries ( in my opinion) and after that it stretches out of shape or the needle holes show.
Or you put the seam ripper through the fabric the time you say "just one more try, if it still doesn't match up, I'll leave it".
That was devastating... I now call myself a
recovering perfectionist.