Paralyzed by Perfection

I tend to notice things about myself (usually failings)

and think they are unique to me.

Case in point:

I realized later in life that if I don't feel I can do

 something perfectly,

I just don't do it all.

Or...at the very least, I procrastinate.

My cousin introduced me to an appropoś phrase.

I am "paralyzed by perfection."

We "paralyzed by perfection" people

NEVER

just "throw something together."

If we say we're going to...don't believe it.

If it takes staying up all night,

 we keep after it until it is perfect.

When Susan began first grade (in Lubbock)

I made her five new dresses to wear the

first week of school.

There's no telling how long it took me to

make these dresses, because I made

them about three times each.

If every stitch wasn't perfect, it was

ripped out and redone.

Sewing was one place where my malady was

most strongly obvious and most irritating!

So...I just don't sew any more.

Another example.  How long does it take to

make a bed?

It depends on whether you are p by p or not.

It takes me forever.

The bottom sheet must be absolutely smooth.

The top sheet must be turned back over

the blanket equally all the way across. 

Does all this show when completed?

NO!

Perfectionism is definitely not a fruit of the Spirit.

It is not a virtue. 

I am not bragging!

It is, in fact, a real pain. 

The results can be very pleasing, however.  

The meals I put on my family's table were always

so good, if I do say so myself, and I do.

Could they have been just as good if

"just thrown together?"

Probably, just NOT BY ME.

Oh, and take a look at this Monopoly board I

cross stitched!

Imagine how long this took Miss Perfection!

And try to find a mis-stitch.  You won't!

It's a treasure, and it is  perfect.