The perfect magnifying glass is something that might be helpful if more of us used it.
Or maybe I should say, used it properly.
This magnifying glass finds "perfect" people, things, and situations.
You know, the Soandsos who never struggle with weight, or looking their best, or who never have financial struggles-heck-look at all the nice stuff they have!
And don't forget how loving and close their family is, and how all their children are happy, healthy, high achievers!
They don't even have anything bad happen to them. The trials that befall so many of us seem to somehow pass over them. How does that happen?! Well, because they are perfect of course!! Some people just have it made.
Or do they? Is it really as it appears to us on the "outside"?
Well, let's get our little perfect magnifying glass out and take a closer look.
Do you ever remember looking at things with a magnifying as a child and seeing all the cracks and scratches or dirt or even little moving things that we could not see with our eyes alone?!
Well, let's see if that applies in any way to our perfect family we fondly envy and resent at the same time:
Weight has always been a struggle and has manifested itself in unhealthy habits-which of course are hidden behind closed doors so we aren't aware.
Although they are beautiful and handsome beings at all times, we don't see what they see when they look in the mirror. We don't hear the messages that they hear that point out all their imperfections and flaws; we don't see their inner spirits which hate themselves under their stunning outward appearances. We only see the confident facade.
And oh sure, they have almost every "toy" one could dream of and they live in a house that makes magazine covers but we don't see the looming bankruptcy over their heads. We don't see that although they hate their jobs and are spread so thin, they are barely hanging on; that they are a prisoner in their own life - to their debt.
And that happy family. Well, it is riddled with several skeletons in their family closets. There are secrets some family members know about and others that are kept secret even years later. These people have no one in which to confide in. It has worked because it has been a family that learned the social etiquette of keeping it hidden. Sometimes there is shame or embarrassment at wayward children or a failing marriage.
And the trials we don't see them experience are covered up with addictions of one sort or another. Their lives are run by the desperate need to numb the pain, that it not catch up to them and overtake them. That would prove fatal. And it sometimes does- which shocks everyone when it happens because we didn't even know there was anything wrong. Sometimes it is serious physical or mental health issues we don't know exists but which causes tremendous amount of heartache and pain both to the heart and body.
So before we compare ourselves to that "perfect family" and yearn to have all that they have, maybe we should take out our magnifying glass and take a better look.
We are not to use it to pass judgement but to realize maybe what we have is perfect after all.
There are no perfect men in this world, only perfect intentions. ~Pen Densham, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
The journey of a real life woman who lives in the U.S., but has a vacation home in Denial.
Showing posts with label imperfections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imperfections. Show all posts
April 7, 2013
April 29, 2010
I'm Stalking Myself!
I am one of my own followers.
It is like a self-induced cult.
I am my own follower at my command.
"I always feel like someone is watching me..."
I don't know how it happened.
Well, I do, but I don't really, if that is possible.
I was trying to comment back on a comment made on one of my posts and I became a fellow traveler.
That is sort of creepy considering I am already traveling with myself!?
(And worse yet, I never got a reply in)
So if I do not reply to your comment it isn't because I don't want to, it is because I do not know who will be following me if I do.
Yet on the other hand, it is kinda cool and funny.
Because I don't know how to undo it!
(Again, I need a social life)
AND it is also fun because I now have one more follower!
(I have to admit it made me wonder if I could keep following myself until I get 1,000 followers of the me-kind?)
Uh oh, I feel that multiple personality thing coming on....
I am not following you,
Yes you are!
No I'm not!
I love my computer!
And my crazy inexperienced self.
If you had paid me a lot of money to do it, I probably couldn't of done what I did.
I just love my imperfectness when it comes to these sort of things!
It is like a self-induced cult.
I am my own follower at my command.
"I always feel like someone is watching me..."
I don't know how it happened.
Well, I do, but I don't really, if that is possible.
I was trying to comment back on a comment made on one of my posts and I became a fellow traveler.
That is sort of creepy considering I am already traveling with myself!?
(And worse yet, I never got a reply in)
So if I do not reply to your comment it isn't because I don't want to, it is because I do not know who will be following me if I do.
Yet on the other hand, it is kinda cool and funny.
Because I don't know how to undo it!
(Again, I need a social life)
AND it is also fun because I now have one more follower!
(I have to admit it made me wonder if I could keep following myself until I get 1,000 followers of the me-kind?)
Uh oh, I feel that multiple personality thing coming on....
I am not following you,
Yes you are!
No I'm not!
I love my computer!
And my crazy inexperienced self.
If you had paid me a lot of money to do it, I probably couldn't of done what I did.
I just love my imperfectness when it comes to these sort of things!
April 14, 2010
PROJECT #1 Dining Room Table - COMPLETED
DISCLAIMER: It appears that this blog with words and pictures has a mind of it's own. And for now it is smarter than me so IT will determine what goes where. Therefore, it may be a little wacko-looking.
Sorry for any disruption this my cause to your eyes and brain or your shopping excursions.
Here is the 'before' picture of the dining room table I blogged about on the 3/9/10 post.

I used an orbital sander with 60 grit Velcro sandpaper to sand the top.
(The lower the number of the sandpaper, the more coarse it is.)
Everyone begin... Neck
stretches. To the right.
1, 2, 3...Hold. (Keep your
eyes open!) Relax. Back
to an upright position.
Sorry but remember I am
a beginner.
I do not know how to turn a picture yet.
The finish was quite old and worn and came off very easily. I love that! It makes my job much faster and easier.
I sanded the edges of the table by hand cutting small pieces of sandpaper out of a big sheet of sandpaper. (It sharpens your scissors too!) (Although that doesn't look like a sharp-scissor cut does it?) I used 100 grit paper.
I only use gloves to
protect my hands if
I will be going to the
Grand Ball. It hasn't
happened yet. Either using gloves OR the Ball.
I can be a perfectionist, but on pieces such as this, I leave a little finish here and there in the crevices and don't worry about it. You can call it being lazy. I call it preserving character. (It also symbolizes the imperfections we all have. Yes, I did say ALL of us!)
Here is what the bare top looked like.
Now I want you to look closely at this stain on the top. It is a black stain (probably mold or rust or both) that I could not sand off. It was a wrench outline and something else. If you talk to an expert or just some determined re-finisher, there is probably some product or technique for removing it. I chose not to have that conversation. Besides, I was preserving the tables past and my patience. So I just left it like it looks.
That 'reasoning' made it impossible to stain it the natural maple color that the table is. Because the stains would show through the finish. (I don't really know my woods that well, there just happened to be a stamp underneath the table that said SOLID MAPLE.)
I had some American Walnut stain which almost looked black. I also LOVE the fact that it is water-based for easy cleanup! I put it on pretty heavy and the outline of the wrench was still visible but not too bad. (That character thing again.)
I then sparsely sanded
underneath not
worrying that some
finish was left on. I used
flat black paint underneath.
Here are a close-up of the feet. I do something that drives my
sister crazy. After I paint and stain it, I go back and lightly sand the edges to scuff them up.
I don't have a good explanation except that I like the finished look. It also makes it forgiving of any scrapes that might happen from normal wear and tear.
Flat paint does not have a very becoming look at first, but I like the end result.
It makes it easier to accept stain over the paint.
I did not like that the Walnut stain had a gray look when it dried so I re-stained over everything with maple finish.
Now stretch your neck again.
(It really bothers me to have
sideways picture on one hand
and makes me impressed that
I could stand on my head and
click on the other hand!?)
The picture on the right shows
the leg in the process of being
stained. This part always excites
me. (I know, I need a social life!)
You can see the wrench stain a little to the right side of the table in the picture but it was even less obvious in real life. I liked the added charm!
I finished the table off with a rub-on clear satin polyurethane. I gave it two coats with a light sanding in between coats using 220 grit sandpaper. (Very fine paper.) The wiping of the finish eliminates brush marks, which I refuse to include in 'character building'.)
Neck stretch to the left. (I did use gloves
for this part. But still no
Grand Ball or even Disco
invite for that matter!)
Ta Da!
Bottom Top
BEFORE AFTER
I took the table to a furniture store where it just happened to sell in forty-five minutes!
How's that for imperfections!
"I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being."~Anatole France
"You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out."~Martha Graham
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