Lovely print by Hairbrained Schemes.
The blogosphere can be a strange place. Inspiring, wonderful and a little bit magical, but strange nonetheless. Danielle and Kaelah recently wrote great posts about the way bloggers present their lives online. About how we highlight the postives and skim over the negatives and in doing so, create an illusion of perfection. This is something I think about a lot.
Occasionally we receive comments from lovely people saying how idyllic our life is. We craft, we op-shop, we take pretty pictures and we drink big mugs of coffee while cuddling cats. It all sounds very peachy perfect but, while all of this is certainly true, it’s not the whole of our reality. We also go to work. We leave the dishes in the sink far too long and get ants in our kitchen. Our ancient bathroom gets mouldy within 5 minutes of us cleaning it. We worry about money. We get cranky at each other. Our cats throw up on our furniture. Our washing gets forgotten and sits in the machine for three days. We eat toast for dinner.
Even though I know that most bloggers only present a small section of their worlds on their blogs, occasionally I too have gotten caught up in it all and found myself lamenting how “perfect” other bloggers’ lives seem. I’ve thought “If only we didn’t have to spend so many hours in our day jobs, if only we had more money, if only our house wasn’t so run down, if only I had her wardrobe, if only I had more time to cook and craft, then life would be perfect”. But of course, it wouldn’t be. Because real life is never perfect. Not for us, or for anyone else. And I have to remind myself that actually, that’s ok. Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.
It’s so easy to get sucked into an imaginary world of immaculately curated outfits, Pinterest-perfect decorated homes and meals that look straight out of the pages of fancy recipe books, but when we are consumed with obtaining the illusion of perfection, we are missing all the perfectly imperfect bits of right now.
Right now our sink is full of dirty dishes, our floors need vacuuming, my phone bill is overdue and my hair needs washing, but in the same breath, we have just eaten a yummy (and totally unfancy) dinner, Reuben is crocheting beside me and a kitten smooching against me. We are listening to nice music and a summery breeze is whispering through our little house. This is real life in all its’ perfectly imperfect glory. And it is pretty wonderful.
What’s perfectly imperfect in your world right now?