I laugh sometimes when people ask me if my house is always clean.
Or if it always looks like it does in the pictures.
Or if it’s always perfect…..not a pillow or picture frame or dish out-of-place.
Not even close.
I think that perfection can be overwhelming.
At least for me it is. Am I the only one?
Perfection in blogland is everywhere.
Sometimes when I see rooms or projects or recipes or renovations done with such effortless perfection, it can be overwhelming.
And sitting in my kitchen with a sink full of dishes and dust bunnies on the floor and stacks of laundry on the couch, it is easy for self-doubt to creep in. Blog after blog after blog featuring incredible creativity and marble countertops and perfectly distressed cabinets and magazine feature-worthy photographs.
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 wonder why you brought a roast to garden club?
And wonder if you should try to be more like the mom in “Leave it to Beaver?”
And wonder if life would be so much better if we all learned a little more School House Rock?
Straight up…..there is a definite dearth 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 Columbus 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 table my brother made me for Christmas. He created it from scraps and leftover pieces of pallet wood he found by the side of the road. My brother created something wonderful by emphasizing its imperfections.
An imperfect one-of-a-kind gift with character in every line….in every chip…..in every flaw.
It’s worn and old and scraped and distressed by life.
And these worn, cracked, pieces of pallet wood tell a story.
And it’s story is beautiful.
I want imperfect perfection to be my story.
I want it to be my voice.
So as 2013 begins……I want to celebrate my imperfections. I want to celebrate who I am and not worry about the cracks or the chips or the flaws.
I want to be happy in my heart with my imperfect Nellie Olsen self….
…..short, smiley, curls and all.
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.