UncategorizedWhy do we DEMAND perfection? October 11, 2013On this Friday, I want to share a little more behind who I am and what this new blog is about. As I said yesterday, it’s been a crazy, but exciting week and I just feel the need to share a little of my inspiration. Why do we DEMAND perfection? I make some big claims. “I think perfection is over-rated and instead, I celebrate flaws. Others see something as worn out and tired, but I see its soul and history.” Sound familiar? I really do believe that deep in my core. I often get frustrated with culture for demanding perfection. The magazine staring back at me in the check-out line at the grocery store demands perfection from my body, my skin, my hair. And Pinterest (yes, I do love you, but still) demands perfection from my home. Or at least I think it does. I fight this need for perfection in myself and my home nearly every day. Does this oufit accentuate my physical flaws? Is this project really worthy of putting out into blogosphere and Pinterest, or will others just laugh? I thought I’d conquered it. It’s been a long struggle, but I’m finally happy saying, “Here’s who I am. Here’s exactly what I’m about. Here’s what I love.” Recently, I was reflecting over how thankful I am that God has filled me with contentment over our home and myself. And as God often does, He reminded me of something at that very moment. See those little antlers hanging up there? Well, I bought those on The World’s Longest Yard Sale and as with most things I buy, there’s a story there. One of the top things on my list for the big sale were mounted antlers. I love them and wanted them for several different spots in my home. On the last day, I came across a pile of them at one booth. I was sifting through it and the owner came over and started telling me prices. As I’d seen for the majority of the week, they weren’t that cheap and y’all know, I’m all about low prices. Well, he came to this set mounted on wood with the leather mounting and little nailheads. I was in love with the mounting, but not so much the broken antler. He said he’d give this set to me for $10 (much, much cheaper than any others) because no one wanted it with the broken antler. Even as I’m typing this, I’m screaming at myself to buy the antlers! I mean, no one else wants it because of its’ flaws? That sounds exactly like something I would buy. Well, I didn’t. My response was that I, like the others, didn’t want ones that were broken. I wanted ones that were perfectly intact. The shopowner went along and began helping other customers. I kept looking at the other antlers trying to decide if I’d purchase any of them. He came back by ten minutes later and said that he’d sell the mounted broken antlers to me for $5. He just really wanted to move them. Again, I said, “Really, sir, if they weren’t broken and damaged, I’d buy them.” He smirked and paused for a minute and then said something that is still ringing in my ears today. “We’re all craving perfection, aren’t we? I bought them broken, just like this. They probably got broken in a fight with another buck or something like that. There’s a story there, ma’am. They’ve got a history.” I’m not sure how, but that line still didn’t pierce my heart like it is now. He went on to describe how this mounting alone would cost a lot more than $5 and I could replace the antlers with some other perfect ones. Now, that got me excited and I thought “What a deal!” I’ll buy the mounting for $5 and replace it with a perfect pair I have sitting at home. A few weeks ago, I was thinking how wonderful it is to just be content (as I mentioned above) and I looked down and saw these antlers still sitting in a pile of Yard Sale finds, just waiting for a home. These were waiting for their new, perfect makeover. And immediately, all I could think about was that man tilting his head, smirking, and saying, “We’re all craving perfection, aren’t we?” I immediately grabbed them up and told Chris I wanted to hang them, broken antler and all. They’ve been over our dining room hutch for the last few weeks and they make me smile every time I walk past. Are they perfect? Not hardly. But there’s a story there. And they remind me to embrace our history and past that’s made us who we are, flaws and all. They remind me to kick the standard of perfection to the curb. Not long after that, I sat down and wrote my About Page, newly inspired to continue on this adventure of being me. Here at The White Buffalo, I’m seeking beauty by hanging the broken antlers, loving the worn wood, buying the tattered, old rug, and most of all, by welcoming not perfect, but real people. Thank you lovely readers for accepting me, imperfections and all.