My heart was often broken from all kinds of fears that were most likely imagined, yet, I do believe some of them were fears based in reality.
I took all the steps to making the binding on that comfort quilt today. Pinned it to the backside, sewed a quarter inch from the raw edges and made perfectly mitered corners.
Kids and folks under stress will find places on that are handstitched on these quilts and worry-push fingers between the stitches, so this makes for a more solid stitch.
"Don't worry if it doesn't look perfect," someone said to me yesterday, "You will get better doing them with practice."
I happily stitched away, and when I turned it over, sure enough, it was less than a perfect finish. It is fine.
I spent the rest of the morning and afternoon, playing catch-up with the Mystery Quilt. Shaking my head here. No matter how much I envision how it is going to finish, all the odd little choices of fabrics will make it come out ...you got it...with a life of its own. Mystery. No fear. No hesitation. Just step up and take a chance. There will be borders and binding choices that I can control and make it all look good.
No fear. Feeling good. Can't say if its better than looking good, but I am learning to trust myself after all these years.