Perfection
I live with a perfectionist. I have spent so much time correcting things that just catches her eye as being wrong. I recall rebuilding a rabbit hutch three times. I recall fussing for hours over color schemes. I recall framing a wall of one of the additions I built on the house and then ripping a lot of it apart to move a door over 18 inches.
I admit that I live in fear that she will ask me to do something because I know it will never be correctly done the first two times. I do my best work while she is away visiting family. It is those times I can make all the mistakes I can possibly make and fix it with trim.
The new catch phrase around my house is, “But you know I’m a perfectionist.”
It was last weekend that I realized that I am an imperfectionist. I find great joy in the quirky and funky. I don’t even mind if the quirky and the funky are of my own design and creation. The only problem is that when a perfectionist goes up against an imperfectionist, guess who always wins… That's just perfect, isn't it?
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 5:38 AM
6 Comments:
Perfection is boring! I drive my contractor neighbor NUTS because I build things with a minimum number of tools and rarely use a square. Sometimes I sketch out a plan on paper, but most of the time I wing it and build as I go.
My husband, bless him, has zero interest in ever nailing two boards together much less building a structure so he is fine with my quirky buildings.
I also buy cheap mismix paint so the colors are usually a surprise.
Your missus would be appalled. ;-)
Somehow, I think this combination of personality must work very well.
Happy Day, Guy!
Sorry Guy; I'm with her on this one.
:-/
CCF, I might even be a little appalled.
Lori, It does in a bizzaro way.
Gearhead, of course you are on her side, being you are the poster child for perfection yourself.
Why thank you!
:-;
Can't decide if I'm a perfectionist or just obsessive-compulsive, but I do ponder over it, and I change my decision a lot:)
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