It was a perfectly imperfect holiday season
Thanks Midlands Biz for sharing my pre-holiday post about tackling the perfection gremlins that are so rampant at this time of year. Now that I can look at the past couple of weeks in hindsight, I see everything was perfectly imperfect . Over the holidays, we fed 32 people - from childhood buddies to brand new friends - around our cobbled- together expanded dining room table and hosted another 20 uke players around the fire on the patio. We pulled off a perfectly imperfect Christmas day with "framily" (that's friends who are family) honoring my dad's memory while trying a couple of new things. Our kitchen was in constant motion and our fridge remained jammed. The mini-Charlie Brown tree sparkled mightily from the sunroom window while a second one toppled over daily in the yard as part of the neighborhood lights. The red reindeer head adorning the sparkly white wreath took a few tumbles off the front door, but nothing a little plastic surgery (or superglue) can'