Confessions of a Perfectly Imperfect Girl

Last week my blogging friend, Kerry, who's also in design school, wrote a beautiful post.  It's about how it's so easy to think that all the author's of blogs you read have it all together.  There are often many beautiful homes, projects, and families out in blogland that I can only hope to be blessed enough to have someday.  But just because us bloggers post cute pictures, adorable crafts and room decor, doesn't mean we have it together.  I believe that since we let each other into our homes and lives, we can better encourage our readers by letting a little of our real selves out there, too.  Because everyone has their imperfections.  And it's refreshing to hear about them!  {read other's posts on this subject here.  Here's one of my favs.}

So rather than call them faults or negative qualities...let's call them quirks and attributes that make you unique!  Here are a few of my little quirks:

First, you should know I actually try really hard to make it look like I've got it all together.  I don't, though.  And I hate crying in front of people, other than my mom.

I laugh loud.  Really loud, actually.

I'm a clean freak, I feel like I always need a plan, and I'm organized.  I'm overly obsessed with cleaning dust off places where dust should not be. You know the show FRIENDS?  I'm Monica.

It's true, I dont like rain.  And yes,  I live in Seattle for school.  I'm learning to adapt.  And even though I miss my family and struggle with being homesick, I know this is where I'm supposed to be.  

I'm an accident waiting to happen.  I used to break everything I touched.  I'm getting better now, but every once and a while there's a mishap.  And I roll into hysterical laughter immediately so anyone who saw it happen will laugh, instead of getting mad at me for breaking it.  My mom caught onto this tactic a few years ago.

I watch too much TV.  All of HGTV, Say Yes to the Dress, Project Runway, Quints by Surprise, The Bachelor/ette, Glee, and yes, Keeping Up with the Kardashians.  You name it, I watch it.

I'm told I'm picky.  I like to call myself "Plain Jane" or "simple" or "I just know what I like".  This mostly comes into play with food.  I order the same thing at every restaurant. Why?  Because I'm 100% sure I'm going to like it!  I'm Sally in When Harry Met Sally.  I'm the girl who orders like this: 

"Can I have the Caesar salad with no tomatoes or onions or anything really.  And oh, can I substitute the Caesar dressing and get Ranch instead?"  Waiter: "So would you like the House Salad instead?" Me: "No thanks, I like the romaine lettuce that the Caesar comes with."  Really.

I have a hard time focusing on the present moment.  I'm fast paced, I can make my mind up in a few seconds, and this leads to me constantly thinking about my next move.

I need to make more time to thank God for what he's done for me.  Last year I learned how precious life is in a very surreal way, and truly witnessed the miracle of life, love and God's presence.  I need to remind myself how blessed I am.  I'm so grateful to wake up each morning, healthy and happy and doing what I love.  Sometimes I forget to express my gratitude for that.

So when I blog, I want to be real.  I want people to know the true me, so we can better encourage one another.  So, while my life is no where near perfect, blogging about pretty things and designs that inspire me are things that keep me sane.  I have a place where I can share my passion with tons of other super-talented women! 

Here's the cool thing about our quirky tendencies: they're kind of like design.  A house you walk into that looks perfect in every way makes me nervous.  I can't be myself, I have to make sure to keep my hands by my side so I don't break anything.  Imperfections to a space, much like imperfections in our own lives, is what gives personality and character to any given thing.  Be yourself.  Because you are beautiful just the way you are.  And that's freeing, dontcha think?

I love this picture because we're all laughing so hard and I, of course, ruined the picture by kicking my friend.  But it's perfect in it's own way.  It has character and holds a special memory.

Love and Being Unique,