I got reminded this morning of a blog post I saw years and years ago, which essentially said: you people with your perfect blogs and your perfect lives and your mess-free children (or cute messes): I do not believe you and you can go jump in a lake. This morning I was wandering around famous sewing/crafting blogs and well, this. I should have remembered that this happened last time I did this, and which is why I made it a kind of personal policy not to read Perfection blogs regularly. While I occasionally find inspiration, mostly they inspire feelings of inadequacy. You want to know what my front room looks like this morning?
Which is not bad, except for the dirty cereal bowl and the pile of crap on the front table. I just finished a pair of socks. Go me. What you cannot see in this picture is me sitting on the futon in an ancient sweatshirt and old yoga pants with holes in them. Let's turn left and right, shall we?
The pile of yarn that I am slowly listing on Ravelry in my Massive Destasherino, slow because my camera really, REALLY hates purple, and it's not so hot about dark blue either. I wish I could just throw it all up there (pun intended), unedited, but I don't want to mislead anyone on colors.
It would have been smart to do this BEFORE I moved, but I thought I had some kind of bending space-n-time superpower and could work full time, paint and clean and pack and do all the other house crap that needed to be done, AND have time to take pictures, color correct them, list the yarn, and pack it up and send it off.
Ha ha. NO.
And this is the lovely view to my right, the boxes of books we will put into the bookshelves (or get rid of.) This is a far cry from those houses full of white, spare rooms with perfectly blowing blue curtains. Logically I know they are editing heavily and arranging and making perfect stage sets. But emotionally that doesn't seem to quite register with me.
We're working towards order, but we also both work full time, and often extra hours, and frankly, I prefer to de-stress by sewing or knitting or reading in the evenings instead of trying to figure out where to put the damn bookcases. It will come. Just that January doesn't seem to leave me a lot of energy to do even the important things.
I'm not fishing for sympathy, just giving you a rundown on why it might take me two weeks to never to answer email. It's not you, it's me.
Meanwhile the cat has parked herself on my lap and dozed off and I am apparently going nowhere for awhile. That's ok. There are worse fates.
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I was found to have a Vitamin D deficiency. Now I take a supplement. It seems to help a little bit. Take all the time you need to unpack. Really, what is the hurry?
Perfection involves a LOT of pressure. Who needs that? Take the time you need to do what you need to do and let the rest go.
Confession: When I got to the first picture I was a little annoyed. "Really," I thought, "that's your contribution to lack of perfection blogging!? That's as close to perfect as my front room gets when it's at its cleanest." Then I kept scrolling and felt better.
I spend a lot of time in my day-to-day life thinking that I can bend space time. Which is why I am currently sitting on my butt resting because Holy Crap! is there a lot of stuff that needs doing in the back yard. And Wow! was I overly optimistic in how much of it I thought I could get through this weekend. You know, to the point where I'm sticking exclamation points! in the middle of sentences.
Darling Evil Twin, your second picture is what my WHOLE HOUSE looks like right now, and in general, always. And I moved over a year ago. (I was with SarahLiz - wtf "pile" is she talking about? I thought. *I* will show her a pile. Or ten.) Have a workup by a good naturopath if you think you're deficient in some nutrients. I am deficient in many, and when I *can* take the supplements (aka, when my regular vitamins aren't being leached from my body by my wee cute parasite) I feel much better. Still have a dirty house, but don't really care...
Lots of times I take photos for my blog, and then after I post them, I see the lint on the floor, or the pile of knitting projects in the corner of the table, or some other kind of messy thing. And it bugs me, but meh, I leave it, because I usually can't take the time to perfectify and rephotograph.
Hm, maybe all along the photos of me wearing some knitted thing I just finished, but with my hair in a frizzy mess and no lipstick on, or photographing something in my house, and the dust shows up in the photo, helps some people, because it shows my life isn't perfect either? Maybe it's OK then.
(If you got me going, I could probably spend 24 hours straight telling you all the way stuff in my life and my vicinity is not perfect or is messed up in some way)
Those bloggers who hold themselves up as being perfect tend to be fake, sweetie. They lie to themselves and the world about what they lives are really like. Truth be told, we all have cereal bowls or, in my case, boxes that need recycling. People with lives don't have perfect homes or lives.
btw, the thing I thought was missing in those photos was the cat.
I like coming here because you keep it real. I'm hating this January too. But you? You just moved! You get kudos for being able to find the camera. And the cat. xx
I have boxes in my living room and bedroom and we've been here since July ;) and I just finished a pair of socks, too :)
It's FREEZING here. FREEZING. On behalf of the City, I apologize.
Bah. Perfect people are their own punishment. Who has the time?
I will expect my email answer before 2014. Try not to be late. ;)
Oooh! and I get to prove I'm not a robot! It took five tries once.
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