I don't like to think of myself as a picky eater, choosy about music or overly opinionated about movies. But my friends and loved ones will agree that I'm not as easy-going as I'd like to think I am (or maybe they'd say I'm a PITA). How about we cut the difference and call me discerning.
I've been putting together my Farmer's Wife blocks into a quilt top. And now I've come up with about 14 blocks that I plan to remake. Either the piecing or the fabric selection just isn't up to par with the opus that I've turned this project in to. The good thing is, I'm not tired of picking out fabrics or making these sampler blocks. 121 blocks in and I still love the process.
But, this isn't such a terrible thing to be picky about. Is it?