Life as a perfectionist
I changed my banner. And again. And again.
I think I might be satisfied with the final result. But I might change my mind tomorrow. I looked at my banner at my laptop. And at the computer of a friend…it’s colors look different on every computer. So my feelings about this one change with the screens I see it on.
A thing that bothers me too is that my little Kokeshi girl doesn’t look into the camera. She does that on every picture I take of her. But in the end, she’s a cheeky little girl and that’s exactly what I like about her, so I decided to keep it this way. A huge thing for someone like me ;-)
Sometimes I wish I could be less of a perfectionist. It tires me that nothing less than perfect is good enough. Funny thing is, the only one I demand perfectness from is myself. I love things with a bit of a rough edge, isn’t that just crazy? I love people with cozy, untidy homes, where you can sit on the couch and drink tea without feeling like Hyacinth Bucket’s neighbour.
Maybe I’ll loosen up one day. When I’m old and wise. Can’t wait for that to happen. Lucky enough, I’m not a sociopath ;-)
(The cute elephantcard is made by Jessica Nielsen and was sent to me by dear Diana of HomeMadeHappiness)