Hey there one and all, allow me to introduce myself. I am a 40-ish mom and wife living in the suburbs of Boston. I am rediscovering the artist I used to be before I started a family, but that's a slow process. My son and daughter have crashed into their teen years. My husband travels a great deal for his work. Many days I am left to have discussions with Hobbes, a senile 19-year-old cat; Pippet, a Type A retriever mix with some definite OCD issues; and/or Scout, a 14-year-old incontinent lab mix with a wart the size of Texas on her eyelid. All reasons which have led me to start a blog. I know, it's kind of late to be jumping on the Blogging Bandwagon, but hey--I am admittedly slow on the uptake at times and I might as well write my thoughts down rather than let them dissolve into the ether!
I am a far cry from being perfect at anything, thus my title of The Imperfectionist. Sorry if you were led to this blog in the hopes of discussing the book, "The Imperfectionists" by Tom Rachman (which, by the way, is a great book--give it a read). There is no correlation here to the book, I just have lots of imperfection in my life. And actually, I think every person on this planet deals with everyday imperfections. The trick is to find the beauty and laughter in them. Sometimes that's a tough thing to do. But it's my mission to do exactly that: smile at life's blips, glitches and shortcomings.
Please say hello and introduce yourself, if you'd like. Imperfections of the Day are always welcome!
Imperfection of the Day: Dead vermin inside one of our living room walls giving off one hell of an odor. Bright side is that it can only last so long. I think.