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.
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| 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. |
