'Perfection' is in the eye of the beholder. To me, a meal that is cooked for me, is perfection--as long as I don't end up with food poisoning, that is
. A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day--ditto, as is the smile on another person's face. I am not and never will be perfect. Nor are my creations.
I'm with you Bear--three times and it's time to accept what is and move on. Life is too short and I have too much fabric. (you want to know a secret?? In the top currently under construction, I noticed a four patch that was off by a few threads in the center--and I let it go!!! Oh my! Have I lowered my standards? Nope, just stopped getting frustrated with minor IM-perfections.)