sometimes, when I finish making a set of rings, I feel like this:
and I wish that reality was more like this:
rather than this:
Oh well. I knew that I would have a hard time pleasing myself, no matter what I made. If I had made that other one rather than the one that I did, I would be "waaah, I wish I had made this other one instead. Or maybe that other one....or that one. Maybe that one." Darnit.