A few years ago I decided that my motto would be one of my father in laws favorite sayings: It'll never be noticed on a galloping horse and that's the only kind I ride. My husband came in last night to look at what I was doing. I was bemoaning about my mistakes. He said one word: galloping. That put me back into a good frame of mind. And he was right. I looked at the quilt this morning and it's fine.