I remember when I was little, my mom used to make a big production out of topstitching--emphasizing the importance of making sure every line was perfectly straight because any mistakes would be glaringly obvious. I guess that's always stayed with me, because I find my neck gets tense when I'm topstitching. But last night I had this revelation that my topstitching doesn't have to be perfect. The imperfection is what breathes soul/humanity into handmade objects. Not that I'm going to make things crooked on purpose, but I'm not a machine, and I don't get years of practice sewing the same thing over and over in a factory. I'm a mom who stays up way too late for my own good, sewing because that's what I love to do. And hopefully the things I make reflect that.