The art of trying to be perfect

The art of trying to be perfect

“Imperfection inspires invention, imagination, creativity. It stimulates. The more I feel imperfect, the more I feel alive.”
Jhumpa Lahiri

We look to be perfect in everything we do but only because we take a measuring stick and compare it with others.

The moment you stop comparing, you will see how you can take your imperfect moments and turn them into a moment of reflection, correction and redirection.

I call myself a creative imperfect clothes designer. When I get in front of my machine my imagination will just go wild. The moment that I get stuck trying to create I decide to open up YouTube to find a video that will give me the boost I need to get me back on track.

I like to do things quickly so I will find the quickest video that can give me some ideas because if it is over 7 to 10 minutes they will lose me. After studying this video over and over again I turn it off and tell myself you got this. After spending 4 hours some times trying to create what they did in 10 minutes give or take some time because they fast forward the video I look at the end results and get frustrated.

“The eye always fills in the imperfections.”
Rabih Alameddine

I know I am not alone when I say what the heck did I just do as I beat myself up with words because I just created the perfect MESS! However, after I reflect, correct and redirect my whole purpose of why I started I tell myself stop comparing and be an original. We have to have an example to follow but never use the example as the measuring tool of perfection.

My best work comes after my imperfect moments. The art of being perfect is to stop trying to be something you will never be.  Accept the imperfections and grow from them.


Ms Angie


As she poured from her cup…..

“There is no envy, jealousy, or hatred between the different colors of the rainbow. And no fear either. Because each one exists to make the others’ love more beautiful.”
― Aberjhani,


She never came empty handed her cup was always pouring…….

She knew she was creating a rainbow of colors all from different mixtures of life…..

She knew her rainbow would not just have the traditional colors so she was equipped to take a little of this and mix with a little of that to come up with the perfect colors…..

As she poured from her cup…..

She realized that some colors would be harder to blend and she didn’t want them to stand out so she added some softness of her tint and hue to it……

She took the petri dish and gently mixed the colors together so that one color would not outshine the other….

She added a dab of this and a dab of that because her goal was a beautifully blended rainbow that would reflect agape in the purest form

As she poured from her cup……

She knew in order for the rainbow to do what it was intended to do she had to let each color know you were chosen with a purpose and goal in mind

She knew that the beauty of the rainbow was better reflected when each color took its rightful place

rainbow 4

We needed something to express our joy, our beauty, our power. And the rainbow did that.”

Gilbert Baker


Dedicated to Pastor Robyn Langston

Angela Lambert

Stifling creativity…….

Stifling creativity…….

“Clear thinking at the wrong moment can stifle creativity.”

― Karl Lagerfeld

We spend so much of our life trying to prove everything right that we never take the time to prepare to be wrong in order for us to learn from our mistake. It is our moments of not understanding why things are happening the way they are for us to come up with creative solutions to fix the problem.

The problem isn’t that we didn’t know how to fix them it is that we never took the time to think outside of the norm to allow the creativity that is hidden inside to come forth. If you look back over some of the errors that you have made throughout the course of your life you will see how creative you became when it was time to right the wrong.

Your creativity becomes stifled when you wait for someone to help you figure it out. I love to sew and my greatest creations comes from mistakes that I make. I love to see everything just perfect but some times depending on what kind of material I am working with it does not always work out like that. I have crooked lines, and diagonal cuts, button holes too large and sometimes materials that do not mesh well together. It does not make me give up it just causes me to take my oops moments and change them into creative opportunities. They do not always come immediately because my mind is still thinking about the error I made and how can I make it perfectly again.

When my judgement is no longer clear I then have an AH HA moment. The crooked lines are now changed to zig zag decorative lines. The diagonal cuts become high low skirts or dresses. The button holes that were too big are now covered with a decorative flower and a snap is put in the place of the button instead. The fabrics that initially do not look right together now become one of my greatest masterpieces. If I would have never made a mistake I would not have taken the opportunity to figure out how to do something different.

The moral of the story is sometimes it takes making an error and not being able to figure things out at the moment for you to come up with the most creative solution. There is always more than one way to get something done it just takes getting out of self in order to figure it out.ah ha

Angie L.

What really matters?

“Reflect on your present blessings–of which every man has many–not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.” Charles Dickens

Did it matter that my car did not start? Did it matter that I over drafted my account a few times? Did it matter that I did not have enough money to pay my bills? Did it matter that at times you wondered if you could feed your family? Did it matter that I did not speak to that person? Did it matter that I did not apologize and I knew I was wrong? Did it matter that I was holding unforgiveness in my heart? Did it matter that I said yes and really wanted to say no? Did it matter that I judged you based on my preconceived notions or past hurts? Did it matter that I knew you were hungry and did not offer you food? Did it matter that I was tired of being everything for everyone? Did it matter that I felt you were using me but I still stayed around? Did it matter that I said I loved you when I knew that I hated you inside? Did it matter I cried and no one cared? Did it matter that people would rather leave you then apologize for being wrong? Did it matter that I treated you fair and you did me wrong? Did it matter that I laughed at you? Did it matter that you talked about me? Did it matter that words hurt and can not be taken back? Did it matter that you were more of a foe than a friend? Did it matter that I did not spend as much time with the people that I love? Did it matter that I was more dedicated to my job than I was to my family? Did it matter that you ignored someone but always called when you needed something? Did it matter that people walked away that you thought would never leave you? Did it matter that you forgave someone and they hurt you again? Did it matter that you were not perfect? Did it matter that you wish you would have handled that situation differently? Did it matter that you were screaming inside and no one could hear you? Did it matter that you felt all alone in a room full of people? Did it matter that you were mad at the world and no one understood? Did it matter that you were going through a storm and you thought no one cared? Did it matter that people overlooked you? Did it matter that you murmured and complained and things did not change? Did it matter that your heart was broken into pieces numerous times and you still had to carry on like nothing ever happened?

We can all relate to one or more of the “did it matter questions” but at the end of the day what really matters. Did is a past tense word and what really matters is that living in the past will never prepare you for the future!

Make the best of everyday! Live more! Love more! Give more! Forgive more! Hug more! Laugh more! Smile more! Past