I had the disconcerting event of sitting at my machine yesterday to continue working on a cincher, that, when I left the work last week, I felt mighty proud of. (Such a lovely busk and stitches, sweet this/that/the other.) I was busy with other, non-corset, client work all week, and when I came back to my corset to pick up where I left off, I felt as though I'd never stitched a day in my life. It was as if the woman who made the first part was inspired, intelligent and polished, but the woman who picked the work back up was amateur, as best. I put it down and stopped, before I did any more damage. I know we all have off days, but when I have so much work to do, why is that I can't always easily replicate my own highest level? So annoying. Does anyone else have this problem?