I’m a new blogger and in many ways I’m a new crafter, sewing enthusiast, photographer, stylist and filmmaker (among so many other things). These past few weeks I’ve struggled. I wear many hats and among them I run a boutique communications business, Red Hen Writing. I’m also mum to a very active toddler. I love it but sometimes it leaves little room for my other loves — such as Make + Do.
I started blogging because I needed a space to produce content that I ‘wanted’ to produce, rather than content that I was ‘told’ to produce. I went to my first ProBlogger Training Event in August and I met some amazing bloggers: both newbies and old hands. I came away feeling enthused about all the things I *should* be doing to make my blog better. I made lists, plans, goals, and then…
I became overwhelmed with all the things I should be doing — needed to be doing — to make Make + Do perfect and I was paralysed.
Then I started the comparisons. This is not a good thing.
I want Make + Do to reflect the things that make my heart sing. However: I’m new, I make mistakes and I’m still learning.
I’m not going to beat myself up over the things I’m not. Today, I’m fighting my fear and embracing the art of wabi-sabi: the Japanese philosophy of being perfectly imperfect.
As part of that, I’m sharing some photos of my workspace. It’s clean and spacious and minimalist but that’s as much ‘styling’ as I can do. It’s not perfect.
My desk is an old extension dining table that I repainted. I made mistakes that are obvious. I painted over scratches without sanding the surface back. I didn’t apply the paint fast enough and there are some rough sections. My toddler *helped* me and there are still some odd marks where I let her do her thing.
All of these things make this desk less than perfect.
Each of those imperfections tell a story. A beautiful story that only I can decipher. As I work I can see those perfect imperfections and it makes me stupidly happy. Include some bright paper daisies I foraged yesterday afternoon, my favourite editing pens, and my white headphones popping out against the turquoise table-top, my camera and my laptop and it makes my day complete.
Not perfect, no, yet perfect in its imperfection.
So today I embrace wabi-sabi. I will keep striving to be just a little better than yesterday, but I promise, I will slow down enough to see the wind tugging at the imperfect petals cheering me on in their yellow-ness.
Because — after all — life’s most beautiful stories reside in the imperfections.