The Perfection of Imperfection
A few days ago, I found my nine year old grand daughter, Luciana, buried in a crochet project that had been assigned by her third grade teacher. During this period of home schooling, incredibly beautiful skills have been introduced and passionate fires fanned, one being handwork. As Luciana navigated the intricacies of adding and decreasing stitches and rounding the corners of her creation, she commented on the fact that it was not perfect. She leaned forward and examined a specific slightly loose stitch and then held it up to me with “Is it alright?” I said “It’s perfect”. She said “It isn’t exactly like the others”, and I said “That is the beauty of handwork.