At one time in her life, my mother used to quilt. She spent countless hours sewing beautiful creations.
She told me once that there was an Amish quilting tradition wherein the quilter would intentionally put in a flaw so as to not offend or mock the perfection of God.
They purposely plan a mistake.
I have always loved that. I don’t know if it is true or not. (If you Google it you find lots of theories and research.)
I don’t care. Meddle with it if you wish. I think it’s lovely.
It helps me, a die-hard recovering perfectionist, to think about that. To lighten up a bit about trying so hard to be perfect (whatever that means) at whatever I do.
To stitch in some intentional flaws and see where it takes me in my day.
And sew it goes.