Glad you could join me. I'm stitching a life together bit by bit.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Mother's Day 2012

These pictures are from May.  
I never finished the post, due to the fact that I'm a busy mother myself - ha!!!  

A flower in my Ikat bowl, placed on a little bit of stitching from the past.
Dated fabric: reminder of a time not so long ago.

The flower is not perfect, its worn in places, a bit tattered.  
Some bruises here and there, and laugh lines.
Its like us.
Like me.

There is beauty in imperfection. Maybe more beauty in being tattered than in being perfect.
Perfect is just about impossible to achieve.
Being real, being yourself, that is a worthy goal.


reets said...

I like your truth and how you said it. yes, imperfection. What we admire in all of those things of old we go searching for huh. Lovely picture. I must go now and revisit my wrinkles. Thank you.

Janet said...

A friend's dad once told me he could tell I was a happy person by my laugh lines - I had them when I was 20 - ha!

lulu moonwood murakami said...

Love the description of the flower - beauty in imperfection - we all need to remember that!