But then I remember that the people I make my quilts for love them even if they're not professional and my machine binding is a little crooked. I try to remind myself that underneath that perfect quilt top might be a mess of untrimmed threads, but people don't show those. No crooked blocks (except on Instagram, which seems less permanent than a blog somehow) or mismatched seams. Minimal discussion of how many seams had to be ripped out because you sewed the block together incorrectly for the third time, or your free-motion foot isn't cooperating.
Part of that is trying not to be Quilt Police (on yourself!) and I get that. Quilts can't be perfect, because they're made by humans.
Sometimes it's hard to remember though. In that case, I tell my brain to shut up so I can enjoy the pretty pictures. And since that's why I look at quilt blogs, here is a pretty picture of my own to share.
This quilt is for Mom. It's currently basted and awaiting quilting, but my machine keeps acting up and making me want to scream whenever I try to work on it. |