I am slowly coming to terms with myself that a perfectionist I am not. Try as I might I just do not have that magical touch that I see in others. Hubby was a perfectionist to a point that I at times want to scream.
I am a firm believer than if you make some thing from your own hands it should have that little flaw in it that shows that the love and care of the heart went into it. If it appears that a small child had tried to create it then you must admit that you were not born with the artist DNA.
Yet as I gaze upon the "wonderful" lighted display that I had tried to create I must remind myself perfectionist or not the flaws do not show in the ohs and ahs that were sounded when I plugged it in. Maybe next year I will have the display of my dreams.....
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