When my friend brought me a bag of pieces she called “scraps,” she was done with this quilt. She was convinced it was ugly and never wanted to see it again.
But, after it was assembled and quilted, I didn’t agree. And I didn’t think she would still feel the same way.
So, I took it “home”–back to her house.
She was stunned.
We’ve all been there–tired, discouraged and unhappy because the quilt doesn’t look like we imagined. Sometimes, though, after some time away from it, we can get perspective and see that, while it isn’t what we imagined, it isn’t bad.
I hope this quilt will bring her happiness, once she gets used to the idea that she really made a perfectly good quilt.