The cleo clutch has made me realize a simple truth. I don’t hold myself to the same standard when I’m working on a project for myself as I do when it’s for someone else.
The more I mess up the cables, the more I knit myself into a corner and have to improvise (by, for example, running out of purple and adding more colors) the more I’m liking this project… even realizing that, if it comes out right and I get the wallet I’ll be carrying it everywhere with me. I’m enjoying the heck out of it, errors and all.
Just as long as it felts OK and the size is right, I’ll be happy with it.