Learning to live with imperfection

On a scale of 1 to 10 for perfectionism, I probably sit somewhere in the middle. In my twenties I was close to a 10, but a busy life, 3 kids, 2 cats and a dog in the house have considerably changed my priorities (for the better, of course).

Which brings me to my seam ripper. An essential tool in my kit, and I use it all the time.  Because things go wrong. Which brings me to my latest project.

I finished the sashing and added the first border. And then I had a good look at those half square triangles. Most of them are aligned in the same direction. A few managed to get turned the other way. And here’s the thing. I don’t remember paying any attention at all to the direction of those half square triangles when I was sewing them into rows. The odds are that about half would go each way. So now I’m thinking I must have been 90% focused on the task, while 10% of my brain wandered in other directions. Or more likely, I was 10% focused while 90% wandered.

But I’ve put the seam ripper away for today. I’m embracing the imperfection and telling myself it looks whimsical (not wrong!)

Have a happily imperfect weekend!