Many years ago I read an article about a quilter who was traveling through the back roads of america. At one place a lady had so of her quilts on the line. They were so beautiful that she just had to stop. She was invited in to see her other quilts and they were all quilts that had won awards. But as the lady looked at them she noticed that there were errors here and there. And she realized that they weren't given awards because they were perfect but because they were made with love and everyone of them had a story to tell.
And that's the quilts I want to make.