Forgive me today, I’m going to wax a bit poetic…
This year for Christmas I bought my 10 yr old daughter a sewing machine. I couldn’t resist the aqua blue hello kitty one I found online. I told myself it was mostly for “her” *wink* and added it to my cart.
It’s been a great little machine, I set her up in the basement with my box of fabric scraps and a few sewing kits that we picked up at the local craft store.
I showed her the ropes, including how to thread it herself (otherwise I’d be getting up to re thread it every few minutes) and told her to “got for it”… Just sit and play with scraps and get the hang of the machine.
Later that day she came to me almost in tears- She was working on a “kit” project and some of her seams were puckered and off a bit. After giving her a few pointers about pins and pivoting, I looked at her and said “honey, you just started, you can’t expect it to be perfect right away! You did a wonderful job, it’s just going to take some practice!”
I think I know what happened, you see she got the sewing kit and saw the photo on the outside of the box and thought hers should look exactly like the photo. right away.
Let me tell you, she has sat by that sewing machine almost every day since Christmas, sewing one thing or another- she loves it, and I love that she loves it. I would never in a million years look at the things she sews and think they are anything but perfect.. They are wonderful… you know why…
because she is doing her best.
It made me think about how often in life we expect ourselves to be “perfect”. I’ll admit to spending 30 minutes on the elliptical machine and thinking that they next day I’ll be 10 lbs lighter. It’s just not really realistic- most things in life take practice, lots and lots of practice. Even olympic athletes and talented musicians practice… all the time… We need to cut ourselves some slack every once and a while.
It also made me think about perfection,and pinterest, and blogs and all of that stuff…..
It’s easy to look at the pretty pictures on a blog and have something seem effortless and easy… but it’s not. Behind that post are hours and hours of work, mistakes, sick kids, tired moms, unpicked seams, photoshop, and lots and lots of time at the computer. It’s work, and just like anything else and takes lots and lots of practice.
It also made me think about something I’ve wanted to talk about for a while but didn’t know how…
There is always “talk” in blog land about perfection, and reality, and whether bloggers are over idealizing life…… Let me just say, I don’t think they are (at least the blogs I frequent)… I’m not going to buy into any of it…
I’m old enough to know that NO ONE has a perfect life or kids or husband or dog or house etc…. However, just because life is not perfect does not mean that there is not joy to be found in it. There is nothing wrong with celebrating your life and sharing it with others.
|her pillow almost done|
I’m also old enough to know that if I am going to spend some of my “free” time perusing blogs, I want it to uplift and inspire me, so I take that same approach with my blog.
Please understand… I am extremely grateful for my life and my children and the talents God has blessed me with, but I will not for one second tell you that I’ve got the perfect life. I totally admit that I DO mostly share the “ups” here and not the “downs”.
My intention in writing this blog is to inspire you to MAKE something, not show you the mess in my laundry room. Now I’m not saying that I will never share anything sad with you all here, because life is too unpredictable for that.. Nor am I saying that when bloggers share sad things that they are not inspiring, because they are. Some of the most inspiring things I’ve read online have been written about difficult experiences. I’ve been moved to tears many many times by a heartfelt blogger— but what I am saying that I try my darnedest to make this blog a happy place for you to visit…
so if that means shoving the toys under the bed before I take a project photo, I’m gonna do it.. Your time is precious, you don’t want to spend it looking at my messes.
Good grief, all that because of a Hello Kitty Sewing machine :)