A certain someone who is 93 years old and driving me to drink used to say to me:
"If you're going to do something at all, do it right."
To my young ears, right meant perfect. Something I have spent my life trying to achieve and falling far short of the mark.
When I was quilting a lot I was never one to have perfectly matched up seams and corners. I read somewhere that the Amish believe only God is perfect so they actually sew a few mistakes into their quilts. Well, that became my "imperfect" excuse.
I was quite delighted to read Brene Brown's blog today. She has started a Perfect Protest, of which I am glad to join. Hop on over there to read what it's all about. Maybe you'll feel like jumping on the bandwagon.
Wishing for you a life without the burden of perfection,
P.S. Here's a picture of what happens when a pyrex dish with a little imperfection meets an oven temperature it doesn't like:
I guess there could be a metaphor for life here also.