Today was agony! Perfectionism is my curse. If you thought I was liberating myself by turning to a life of sewing instead of my old torture (scholarly writing and publishing), think again. Machine quilting is a new version of hell on earth. Nevertheless, I did manage to create five seams hidden more or less in plain sight. (See the tiny white stitches in between the seams?) I have only two more to go. The end is near!
Off to T’ai chi class now, to let go of all that tension and accept everything as it is… even my imperfect self.