I am not a perfectionist...

Last night while I was doing the dishes, I was think how much a non-perfectionist I am. What I mean to say is I care, but I don't really care if things are not perfect. I am not going to let it keep me up at night. I am the Let's Get Things Done type of person. I believe I changed more and more into this type of person in graduate school. In graduate school, you have a million responsiblities. In your first year, you get your feet wet and start to realize how much you have to do and then you begin to become overwhelmed, to say the least. I once asked a graduated student, Derek, how he juggled his responsibilites and he told me that you just gotta half-a$$ things sometimes and do some things really good. That has always been my philosophy in life but much more so now. Most of the things, I am going to half-as$$ but the things I really care about I am going to do my best....

Take for an example, the toilet lid cover that I made. I had leftover fabric from hemming some really long curtains for the bathroom that I picked up for $2 at a yard sale in KY. I love this fabric. The bathroom was designed around this fabric and two sinks that we picked up for $25 each. The toilet set lid cover was a lot of work and something I have never done before. My mother (a seamstress) gave me some helpful tips. I put in some quilted batting material and sewed lines with the vertical stripes to give it a quilted look. Then I made the sides and hemmed and hemmed some more. Finally, I got the elastic in and then low and behold the cover is a little small and oddly shaped for the toilet lid! I was really upset about this and was determined to start over.

My husband speaks up and says that the cover looks good. I express my distaste for my work and told him that I was going to redo it. He merely states that the toilet is oddly shaped and it is just a toilet cover! He is right but this is coming from the man that moaned and groaned about every little flaw with the refinishing of the wood floors or painting trim in the house....

I think that I have moved on from the idea of redoing the toilet lid cover because I have a backlog of sewing projects going on. All of these are a learning experiences and I am sure if I cared enough to go at it a second try, perfection would be achieved.

Testing....

So here is the first entry in my blog. Hopefully, I am doing this right!

I thought that I should start a blog because I have so many ideas and I get so many good ideas from others regarding cooking and remodeling our home.

We bought our house in November 2009 after a long process of something called a short sale. Don't get me started on that! We are constantly remodeling the house and I am sure that it will be like that for years to come. As my father once said, "if you are doing nothing to the house, then you are neglecting it." He is definitely right, like always!

There is something that draws me to this house. The first time I laid eyes on this house, I knew that it would be mine someday. The only other time I had this strange feeling is when I met my husband Jeff and the immediate feeling that I knew that I would marry him someday!

I was remembered the first time I met Jeff by talking with our cousin Rhyannon the other day. I moved into my apartment on Ellwood Ave. Dale helped me move in with his Dad's truck. His parents gave me their old couch cause Gracie (my cat) had totally destroyed the old one. After a long day of moving, I was tired and wanted a shower. I couldn't find the shower supplies (i.e. shower curtain) so I was forced to use the bathtub. Not really a complaint though however, I couldn't get the shower to hold water. The stopper would not stay down. I tried and tried. Finally, I heard a hand full of people in the back driveway area. I went out my backdoor and asked if there was a special technique to stoppering the bathtub. Well, they looked at me like I was crazy, of course. Jeff was with the group and quickly volunteered to look at it. I didn't know at the time that he worked for the landlord doing maintenance! He couldn't get the bathtub to work either so he went upstairs and removed his stopper and brought it down for me to use. He handed me the stopper and our hands touched. I knew then that I would marry him.