I mistreated my shower. We don’t have a window and I had this fabric that I used in my dining room in our old house. The lower shower rod is bolted into the wall. It was here when we moved in. If it weren’t tightly secured, I might have just moved it up so the shower liner hit the top of the tub and put both the liner and fabric on one rod.


You can use the height trick in the bathroom too! This shower looks so much more, well… regal just because the fabric is hung high! I used the fold, clip and poof method with this mistreatment. Do you see that I have no clean towels and my clock that I love but is broken is just sitting on the empty towel rack?


I cannot find the rest of my black ring clips. See, the last two are silver. No biggie, I’ll find them one day. I don’t think it takes away much from the power that this fabric has in softening this room. I have decided that I can live with some imperfections like that. I am a lazy perfectionist. I love for things to look pretty but, I don’t want to work myself to death for it.

I don’t mind a few unsightly wires especially when balanced with a pretty iron thing and warm lighting.


A sink with a few dishes…not so bad, it could be much, much worse.

And a light fixture that’s been right here since we moved in–patiently waiting to be hung. It’s amazing how much you can get done when you allow things to be less than perfect. Most of what I do is simply good enough–my cleaning, my cooking, my hair, proofreading my blog. I only have a handful of things that care to do really well.

I love what the Flylady says:

“Housework done incorrectly still blesses the family”

I like to apply that to other stuff, not just housework. Like cooking. Preparing imperfect meals still blesses the family. And of course decorating, yes, decorating done imperfectly still blesses the family. Today, instead of focusing on what needs to be finished, changed, repaired or replaced, I’m gonna enjoy what I have, where I have it, while I have it because we all know that it doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.

What do you allow to be imperfect so you can focus on the things that really matter and why is it so hard to give ourselves that freedom?