One of the things I am learning on this life's journey is that I see differently - when I was young, I wanted a painting to be exact, sharp, clear, perfect colors; now I love Monet's colors, shades, and I see life in this blended state - I am more forgiving of myself.
I take my glasses off when I look at my finished quilt. It looks like a Monet.
I slap my hand and tape my mouth when I start acting like a teacher and giving myself a B or C for those inperfections.
I do the best I can at the time. It is as it is. Never perfect but from a distance it is looking pretty good.
I appreciate the true quilters, the masters.