Jennie wrote about the 'delusion of perfection'.
After being astounded (again!) that people waste their energy leaving negative comments around this blogosphere, I moved on to reflecting on how empty and downright boring 'perfection' (or perceived perfection) is anyway.
I don't even want to entertain the thought of how many precious minutes/hours/days of my life I have voluntarily sacrificed to the pursuit of perfection.
I'm all for maximum effort, reaching potential and goal setting.
But notions and aspirations of absolute perfection only seem to lead to disappointment and failure.
On a small, superficial scale I have been known to take a shot (for the blog or not), have a squiz at the image and then retake the shot -
after removing the offending toy/dirty surface/pair of underwear/tampon box...
I have taken pre-reno shots of my 'ensuite of horrors' but am ridiculously apprehensive about sharing them for fear of being judged a total skank!! Also, for fear of my real life friends who may see them, refusing to ever eat at my place again.
So...long story long...
In the spirit of embracing imperfection and baring all (not likely, ha ha!!), I present to you my...
'guest bedroom' (on a good day).
In all it's cluttered, untidy, dumping ground glory.
(No 'fixing' the shots' or smoothing the bed clothes - you know I wanted to.)
Note - My son is three years old. I do not have a baby.
The portacot was set up for some bubs on Melbourne Cup Day last week. It seems five days and five nights is not sufficient time to take it down again.
The only items actually in use in this room are the highchair (again for bubby friends) and the iron (albeit sporadically).
We also do not have a young toddler.
I live in hope. It appears we have issues with closure around here.
Speaking of which, if you could access the wardrobe door to the right - I wouldn't recommend opening it.
But seriously, you are more than welcome to stay the night anytime.
I simply scoop up all this stuff and re-dump it in my 'study'.
|Oh man. I'm actually embarrassed now!|
You are (im)perfectly lovely.
What's lurking behind your 'perfect' shots?