I’m pretty sure we all suffer from self-doubt, right?
Well, I often feel like an impostor. Like I’m just faking this furniture re-styling/blogging thing. I’m not doing it for real, I’m just doing it for fun.
I frequently compare my work to others and find it lacking. I feel like my work isn’t good enough to put me in the same league as what I call the ‘professional’ bloggers (those are the ones who make money from their blogs, but who also spend money on their blogs in the form of professional web design, expensive camera equipment, trips to blogging conferences, and they are also the ones for whom blogging is their job).
Recently I was reading a blog post by another furniture refinisher who takes the time to use spackling compound to fill any scratches or gouges in the furniture she is about to paint. Her completed piece was beautiful, for sure. It had a totally smooth, blemish-free finish. And I found myself immediately thinking “oh my gosh, I should be doing that, why am I not doing that?” which really translates to “my work is inferior.”
I was just about to add “buy spackling compound” to my to-do list when I realized, hey, wait a minute, I actually prefer furniture with some flaws.
You see, the problem with perfection is that you can’t maintain it for very long. And let’s face it, that little bit of wisdom applies to pretty much everything, not just painted furniture. It’s true about relationships, hair styles, gardening, new cars … that first ding on your new car is always such a disappointing moment.
Eventually every piece of furniture (or relationship, or car) is going to end up with some dings and scratches though. Someone is going to set a cup of hot coffee on it, or bash the lower corner with the vacuum cleaner. That’s life.
So here’s the thing. If your furniture already has a distressed, chippy, not quite perfect yet still totally beautiful finish then one more scratch or ding isn’t going to make any difference what-so-ever. In fact it’s not even going to be noticeable.
And that is precisely what I love about working with milk paint. It’s not supposed to look perfect. It’s supposed to look as though the finish has evolved over time.
And if it chips a little more down the road or if Mr. Q forgets to use a coaster for his hot cup of coffee, that’s perfectly fine.
As I get older, I am realizing that life is all about embracing the flaws and not wasting time trying to achieve perfection.
Who’s with me on this one?