Bor-ING!

Go see Claudia’s post on Repetition. I turned the heel on the second Sock Pal Sock last night. Just the foot to go. BOR-ing.

Holey Moley those wheels are expensive! Geez. What have you guys gotten me into?

Cate has a wonderful post on perfection. Remember the google search string that landed someone here: debilitating perfectionism? Yup. That’s me. Made me think of my favorite IMperfection story. When we got married, I got two rings – one’s a plain platinum band that I was married in, the other’s a gorgeous, beyond beautiful platinum band in a flower design punctuated with diamonds and small blue sapphires. I found the model for it while helping my brother-in-law look for rings for my sister, and knew it was the one for me. It looks JUST like my grandmothers platinum and diamond band that I’ve always loved. So I had we had it made and I wore it for a little bit before we were actually married, so I think of it as my pseudo engagement ring. Anyway, it didn’t take me long after I bought it to realize that there was an imperfection in it. One of the stems on a leaf is a bit bent and out of shape. This about KILLED me for a bit and I almost took it back, but then I realized that it was a fantastic symbol for my marriage. That no matter how wonderful and beautiful and precious our relationship is – it’s not and will never be PERFECT.

I left the imperfection in the ring and now, of course, it’s one of the things I love about it. Whenever I’ve misplaced it and fear I’ve lost it (more frequently than I’d like to admit) Georgie always says not to worry – we can get a new one – and my first thought is that it won’t be the same. The new one WON’T have the imperfection that I’ve come to love.

Okay. Off to a fabulous lunch today – hopefully I’ll have more to report tomorrow! Have a great day!

PS – Hope things in London are settled down and it was all nothing serious. I (reluctantly) watched some of Farenheit 911 last night and if even a 1/4 of its true – the US is seriously fucked and I pray that our friends around the world don’t bear the brunt of the repercussions. That’s not to say I don’t pray that WE don’t bear the brunt of it either, but you all know what I mean. The world is a very scary place.