There's nothing like the feeling of finishing a task, whether it's huge or tiny. While I enjoy the process of creating, I do think a little part of me also yearns for that thrill at the end when I get to stand back and heave a big sigh of contentment. This is the third of 10 scrappy window quilts I'm making to reduce the winter draft in the sunroom/sewing room/woman cave. Two of the ten will go into my eldest son's room as he likes the primary colors. I'm having to take a break to turn to another project, a handbag for my sister's birthday, before I can go on to the remaining 7 window quilts, but for the moment I'll just enjoy the tingle of accomplishment even if it isn't the prettiest quilt I've ever made.