Part of combatting a pesky strain of perfectionism I’ve been unable to completely shake for the past forty-four years is in gleefully accepting my own flaws, failings, mistakes and ridiculousness. I’m much better at that now. And I’m better at being wrong, apologizing, and moving on. That said, there is nothing wrong with this happy outfit. It’s not here for any reason other than I found it in a folder I was excavating, and since Andy and I are discussing a new pool liner, it felt right to put it up here. Has absolutely nothing to do with battling perfectionism. Which makes it absolutely imperfect!
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