Many of us will watch the oscar ceremony. We can be curious to see who takes the coveted statues, and also curious to see how perfect and gorgeous the 'stars' look as they walk the red carpet or climb the steps on to the stage.
Personally I don't know anyone who looks like a film star. I know some beautiful people, some kind people, some lovely friends and family, but in my life - a real life - perfection doesn't often take center stage.
It doesn't actually bother me that much, in fact it may be quite the opposite.
I revel in the 'different', the unusual, the flawed.
I am happy to find beauty in the unexpected place.
And so today, when I noticed that the past week had been so busy that I had let a bouquet of flowers go dry in their vase, I thought again about how perfect 'imperfection' can be.
My house is sometimes pretty, sometimes neat and tidy, but also sometimes a mess. It is above all a home filled with children, children's friends, dogs, muddy boots, a busy kitchen. It is the air of happy disorder that makes it feel friendly and lived in.
A real home not a showcase.
These flowers were stunning when fresh ... but now I can see poetry in their curved and cracked stems. Their soft moist petals may be dry but they feel and look like handmade works of art.
In this blogging world where we all love to share pictures of our dream house, or table, or dress or garden, it's good to take one step back and say "real life is better than a styled stage set".
'Embracing imperfection' ..... my motto for the week ahead ......
hope you have a good one.