And I love it.
Most days I love the perfect imperfection of muddy footprints and stinky socks and cartwheels down the hall and petrified french fries.
Every. Single. One.
Most days I remind myself that floors you can see yourself in are over-rated.
Most days I remind myself that backpacks on the floor can be considered accessories.
And then there are the days when you see magazines or television programs with rooms or projects or renovations done with such effortless perfection…..
….that you want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over your head and cry uncle.
Perfection can be so overwhelming.
Perfection with all of its unattainable glory.
And sitting in the kitchen with a sink full of dishes and random pieces of Captain Crunch on the floor and stacks of laundry on the couch…..it is so easy for self-doubt to creep in.
It seems like every where you look……the world is full of perfect people doing perfect things…..
It makes you feel like you’re back in high school when everyone had perfectly styled wings in their hair….held in place with Aqua Net Hairspray. And they were all really tall with long legs and looked exactly like Christy Brinkley and you were short and smiley and your hair was curly and you looked more like Nellie Olsen from Little House On the Prairie.
And you look at all your imperfections and droop your shoulders and sigh.
And dive for the covers.
Straight up…..there is a definite lack of perfection around here.
But is perfection all it’s cracked up to be?
Is it really what we should all aspire to?
Should perfection really be our ideal?
Perfection seems to me like those beautiful new bedroom sets they advertise at the Labor Day Sale where five pieces come perfectly coordinated. A room in a box for one low, low price.
And a little boring.
Imperfection is a lot like this house number plaque I made from vintage door plates.
I took old door plates and hot glued $1.67 numbers on them from the home improvement store.
Then I nailed the numbered door plates onto an old board that I painted black.
When I started the project….I was going to paint the door plates…..
There was no need.
They were already perfectly imperfect.
Trash to treasure.
Beautiful character in every line….in every chip…..in every flaw.
Absolute imperfect perfection….curly hair and all….
…..just like me. 🙂
PS You know I wrote this post about me…..right?
Because I truly think you (yes….I’m talking to you) are one of the lucky ones who just happens to already be perfect. 🙂
PPS This is the back door. For the front door and all the rest of the fall decorations….you can click here.