Perfectionist

Few years back one of my English Professor had asked me if I was a perfectionist. In my mind at that time I had laughed it off. I felt I was far from being a perfectionist. I lacked the discipline and like everything else in life, being perfect is an acquired art....

Now, I realize that my Professor was right.....When it involves certain activities I am absolutely & 100% a perfectionist. Maybe that is the reason I am having so much difficulty with this particular project. My self-inflicted deadline for this project is July 28th and I am way behind schedule.

I have about 30 to 40 boxes to embroider and I am stuck at box # 1. Below is a preview of the box which I have started and is still incomplete.

It has been three weeks since I started this project and I am still stuck with box #1. I cannot tell you how many times I must have removed and re-stitched the whole thing...WHY?? ...because I don't want to see any mistakes. Not only do I want the front side of the embroidery perfect, I am frantically obsessed with getting the wrong side of it perfect as well. The problem though is my lack of practice. I think it takes years of practice to end up with such sophisticated needlework. I have to be honest....I am no where near the level of Mrs. Restrepo...

The wrong side of fabric of Mrs. Restrepo's work

My amateurish attempt of recreating the same

So with heavy heart I have convinced myself to abandon my pursuit of perfecting the wrong side. Instead, I decided to focus on completing project itself.