I look at my first couple of quilts and cringe on the inside because I can see the mistakes. But on the outside I wear a huge smile because they grace beds in my home, are used, admired and appreciated.
There are days when my quilting doesn't feel like 'fun'--like when I am working against a deadline, or trying to get my project to match the picture in my head, or trying to solve a self induced problem. But the satisfaction I feel after finding the solution, or finally folding, wrapping and gifting that product of my imagination--oh my there is no comparison!!