I was making a 12-1/2x12-1/2 block for a swap for someone who wishes for a block with red, white and blue -- but not patriot shades of those colors. So I chose a Carol Doak paper piece star which I really enjoy doing. This is it. I had it all together when I saw a mistake. I'll admit the mistake but will not point it out. When you're piecing 56 little bits into a 12x12 area, things can be overlooked or done wrong. I think often of reading that the wonderful Amish quilters always put a mistake into their work so as not to challenge the perfection of the Deity. I am so sure of my own imperfection that I don't even have to think about planting mistake. One inevitably happens. No apologies. I never had any illusion about perfection.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!