I strive for perfect, but rarely, if ever, achieve it. However, I have come to a couple of conclusions. 1) If I make a quilt for someone and all they can do is pick it apart, then they don't deserve it. I tend to tell people like that to be my guest and make a better one because they will never see another one from me. 2) When people don't sew or quilt they are usually impressed with the fact that I did it for them. Last summer I made a quit for my sons best friends wedding. I labored (kind of like childbirth) over that quilt. She was so thrilled that I took the time to make her such a gift that she wouldn't have cared if it was all inside out and backwards. I was thrilled because she has told me that they use it almost every day. Perfect isn't all that it is cracked up to be. Trying to be perfect can cause ulcers and heart attacks. So I will stay healthy, thank you, and do the best I can without driving myself to drink. If someone can't accept that, oh well.