I hemmed the curtains in my kiddo’s room this week. I did them by hand because I don’t know how to use the machine.
I lost my straight pins long ago, so I safety pinned the hem and basted it down and bam.
Not beautiful, but they no longer drag on the ground and that, my friends, is a beautiful little thing I didn’t know I could fix.
I’m leaning into the “good enough” and embracing “that’ll do.”
After so many years of push push push, and perfect or nothing, it feels rebellious to say “that’s good enough,” and call it a day.
Like my mediocre garden that brings me SO MUCH JOY even if it’s just a collection of succulents shoved into pots and the ground.
A few bulbs here and there.
Some flowers and some coverage and the best damn garden I’ve ever had so hey.
It’s pretty good. Even though it’s kinda ugly.
Pretty good ugly. That’s the goal.
And, micro brag, but I’m 3/3 on meals today, how you doing over there? Had dinner yet?
All right. You know the drill. Moisturize, hydrate, rest.
You are loved by me and others.
Pretty Good Ugly 