I’m a Perfectionist. There! I’ve said it! 
You know, for a long time I thought there was NO WAY I was a Perfectionist. After all, I never did ANYTHING perfectly. So how could I be a perfectionist? I guess I kind of missed the point there for a while. 
Recently a few of you pointed out this tendency toward perfection when I moaned about the disaster my tea cosy turned out to be. And you were right. I wanted it to be perfect. I missed the point. If my swap partner wanted a “perfect” tea cosy they could have simply gone looking for something mass produced in the shops.
After all, we can find all kinds of perfect items in stores can’t we? Racks of jumpers all cut in the exact same shape. Mass produced tablecloths and prints for the wall, right down to almost identical looking pieces of fruit and vegetables.
I guess somewhere in our striving for perfection, we lost something.
Uniqueness.
Well, Cate now has herself a totally unique tea cosy and one with it’s very own history even before it’s first use (as one of you kindly pointed out to me).
Up until now, my craft of choice has been counted cross-stitch. Over time I’ve had a number of comments as to how I can be bothered. I didn’t really understand why people thought is was hard to do.
In my mind, it was the perfect craft for someone like me who is unable to stitch 2 stitches the same. It certainly satisfies the perfectionist within as every single stitch is a nice even identical size.
I’d been contemplated giving some hand-stitching a go. Seeing Rhonda Jeans creations was certainly putting a yearning in my heart to be able to do something like that. In fact, I’ve been wanting to stitch this pattern for some time now:

It’s exactly the type of thing I’d like to hang on a wall in my home. But of course, I procrastinated on that. Partly because I wasn’t sure where to start with it but mostly because I didn’t think I could stitch “good enough” to satisfy myself.
So it was interesting when Marita sent me this:

I felt excited and challenged all at once. In my hands I had all that I needed to actually give this type of stitching a go. I could no longer procrastinate on the grounds that I didn’t know *how* to do a stitchery. It came with instructions. In fact, it came with EVERYTHING I needed to get started.
So I pulled it all out and began.
My stitches were uneven.
My lines wobbly.
I looked at what I had done.
It looked just right.
It kind of hit me that it was MEANT to look uneven and a little wobbly. ANY machine can make a perfectly stitched picture.
What a machine can’t do is instil thoughts and emotions into a creation. A hand-stitched item will always be unique. You’ll never find 2 the same. Just as you’ll never find 2 finger prints the same.
As I stitched, the colour of my threads made the bleak and empty looking sketch come to life. It hit me that stitching could be the adult equivalent to colouring in!!!! Remember how cool it was to colour in as a kid??? Okay, remember last week when you were colouring in?
It’s like that only way cooler!!!!
Into each stitch went the kindness of human touch, the caring of a human heart and the joy of seeing a creation emerge.
Much more than simply stitching, I felt myself grow and learn as I spent time with this creation. I began to really understand how essential colour is when it comes to beauty. How life without colour is rather lifeless. And how life that is uniform and perfect can be rather dull and boring and well, lacking in humanity.
I guess that’s what I mean when I say there is beauty in imperfection. It’s a truer reflection of our own humanity. The fact that our failings bring colour to our life just as much as our successes.
Well, I’m still a perfectionist. But I am TRYING to see the beauty in imperfection.
Oh, and the finished stitchery I promised you I’d show you…..

Oh yes, the perfectionist in me noticed that I should have ironed it before I took the photo! 
Now I just need to decide how I want to finish this. I’d like to hang it in my kitchen as part of my Christmas decorating so need to work out whether to frame it or what would be best.
Any suggestions would be most welcome.