A Word About Perfection

I dig blogs. I have a job that doesn't stimulate my intellect in the least (holla if you hear me) and blogs and blog hunting is a great way to look busy and yet still fill the endless expanses of excess time between work projects. (I know, what a first world problem "boooo! I have to look busy at my job! Relaxing is soooo hard, waaaaaah!" I get it, truly. Don't cry for me Argentina, I know I'm a spoiled white girl.) But, back to the title of this post . . . .

One thing I can't handle is the displays of perfection. You know, like, perfect hair, perfect family, perfectly pressed and coordinated clothes. Please. Not in the real world. Part of me understands wanting to project that photographic evidence of those 30 seconds in the day when you DO look perfectly put together and awesome, but the reality is that I rarely have even 30 seconds of that, and my life is a big fat head shake and expression of vague disdain at perfection and the pursuit of it. This is helpful because it's never going to happen for me. I've come to grips with that.

So, anyway, that won't happen here. One, to take a perfect picture you need to actually, like, look perfect for a second, which I rarely do. Second, my life isn't that way, period. Third, I don't want to perpetuate those stereotypes. To prove this, I present you with a series of pictures.

Back story: my parents have this studio and out the back garage door is a sea of ivy (clearly). My father wanted to get a photo of me in the ivy because he thought it looked so picturesque. I believe the conversation went something like this:

Dad: "Hey, Lulu, go stand in the middle of that ivy, I want to take your picture."
Me: "um, remember my Rule #1 of living in Mississippi? Don't leave the pavement?"
Dad: "It's not that bad. It'll be fast! Just hop on out there!"
Me: "If I die from excessive chigger bites and have sores on my legs tomorrow,  please harken back to this moment."

I did it, because I am a good daughter. While out there we decided to have my dog join us. In my head, we look like the filler photo you get in a frame from a fancy store. In reality, not so much.

2 common themes in my life: blurry pictures, and hair that started off looking really good (not perfect mind you, but socially acceptable) that ends up looking like a rats nest with a quickness.

For the record? I totally got eaten by lots of bugs and had bumps all over my legs.