And did my first pillow pass the test?
Anyway. I left my pillow at our table for her inspection while I went to get lemonade. Did I hear her utter the word "perfection" as I traipsed to the counter? Did I? Perhaps. Perhaps. Although, later, the picking of nits. Deserved, I might add. The stitching was a little sloppy here and there. The pressing of the seams could have been more exact.
Oh well. Try try try again. Or so they say.