Most people who are acquainted with me might be surprised to hear that I am a perfectionist.  I am often flaky, late, disorganized and half-assed put together.   People who are closer to me probably realize that it’s true.  But I am flaky, late, disorganized and half-assed because I am usually trying to do one more thing, add one last touch, check one more thing off the list, or achieve some sort of extra credit for going over and above.

I always have good intentions, but I am an overachiever, am really bad at estimating the time it takes to do things, and my attention span is way too short to get anything 100% done.  When I decide to have a party, I don’t just clean the house and make some food.  I have been known to build a patio, paint a couple of rooms, sew some curtains and make themed menu cards then still be cleaning the house and making the food when the guests start to arrive.

I am interested in a million different things.  I want to be Martha Stewart, Norm from This Old House, a master chef, a hippie organic gardner and bee keeper, a world explorer, and the person who actually does most of the things that they pin on Pinterest.

This hasn’t always been a good thing when it comes to making progress on remodeling a house, fighting the battle against being a borderline hoarder, and being able to actually update and maintain this blog.

I have updated it periodically throughout the years and have a bunch of posts saved in drafts, but I haven’t shared the address with a soul, even though several people have asked repeatedly.  The whole reason to create this blog was to share with my family and friends who were interested in the progress, and to help me remember the details of the steps along the way.  I haven’t shared because I wasn’t happy with the layout, many of the photos aren’t great, and many many other issues.  It wasn’t perfect, so I kept telling myself I would share as soon as it was.  Years later, I still haven’t shared with anyone.  How stupid is that?

So to end out 2015, my goal is to let go of perfect and embrace the half-ass flakiness.  After all, no one really cares except me.  Let the progress begin.