Awwwwww, fer cryin’ out loud, not another imperfection post!

Um hmm, another imperfection post. Because I can’t proclaim “Perfect!” with any satisfaction just yet.

I made this trifle for the sole purpose of holding my reusable shopping bags. The top to drop full bags onto is just whipped cream. Found the topless wire cart in a Redmond thrift store, went tearing off to a Goodwill and spent a ridiculous, dogged 20 minutes rummaging through the cutting boards until I managed to find one to fit. Three tries and several glued-together fingers got the two stuck together. I’ve decoupaged parts of the rack just to give it some glitter. I like the combination of black and shiny, and the shine is entertainingly hidden from view much of the time. But there are just a few last lengths of rod beckoning for glam, or not. And there’s the imperfection. I’m struggling to figure out if I’m done.

Engaging in a challenging creative project isn’t a waste of time. You’ll find yourself gently puzzling over other problems, relaxing without noticing until you get up and feel lighter. Even just the act of moving your muscles in a different way – juggling the glue brush to avoid sticking bits of paper to your jeans – is healthful. Listen to your intuition for “Perfect,” exhaled with a small sigh of relief or exclaimed in delighted surprise. That’s another exercise in healthfulness.

“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.”