At last, cloth has been cut, stitched, quilted, bound and hung and it is not a failure or an embarrassment. In fact, it is enough to make the birds sing.
Lilly Pilly is now hanging in the sewing room and is bringing a lovely burst of colour to an otherwise dull wall.
I have free-motion quilted it in a large stippling pattern, but I sometimes wonder if I will ever get truly proficient in this method. As long as no-one looks too closely I think it will pass (fortunately no quilt police live here).