Weight off my shoulders

Do you ever pressure yourself to do things? Set your own high expectations and then get down on yourself because you aren't meeting them? I never do that. Oh, wait, I do that ALL the time. In reality, nobody else cares much. It's just the pressure I put on myself.
One of the most recent things that I have been down on myself about is a quilt for the youngest son of some good friends. I consoled myself that he had a quilt and a blanket I had made for his older brothers with which he could stay warm. But I still wanted to finish his quilt by his first birthday. Well, a visit to them shortly before then and it wasn't done.

Then his birthday came and went.

Then his mom came for a visit at the end of his birthday month and it still wasn't done.
Really, I had it mostly done. It was pieced. It was quilted by hand and machine. It sat this way for a month or two. I just needed to sew on the binding, wash it (Leo likes to sit on my lap when I'm working on quilts), and send it off.

Last week I did all three of those things.See that binding? See the dark thread stitches? I almost went blind sewing the back side of the binding on there.

I no longer feel ridiculously guilty about working on any other crafty projects.

And I no longer need to worry that he'll be chilly this winter. Hah!