I lack perfection.
I don’t know why this comes as a surprise to me.
Over and over again.
I’ve always lacked perfection.
It’s never been any different.
Would I even like how perfection felt if I did, miraculously, achieve it?
I don’t think I am actually in pursuit of ‘perfection’.
I hand sew things because I love the imperfection of it…but I do try and sew as perfectly as I can…whilst choosing contrasting fabrics and cotton that highlight any imperfections that exist.
It’s imperfections in my personality that I find the hardest to manage.
I appreciate how my hand sewn imperfections can be endearing…but my quirks of personality?
I find those much harder to highlight and embrace.
Could I, possibly, highlight and embrace all the things that make me imperfect?
It sounds good in theory, but the reality…
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