Embracing the Weirdness

  For the past couple of days, I have been painting the windows in the living room.  A few years ago, I had a wild idea to paint the things red.  Albeit a barn red, I soon grew tired of having "color" so this time I opted to go with black.  Black is one of those colors that hides a multitude of mistakes such as nicks and scratches in the wood.  Plus, I figured that going with black, I could change the room on a whim without too much trouble.  Great idea, right?  Sure, it would not be too difficult to cover the red since black is a darker color, right?  I should be able to make a neat job with just one coat of paint, right?  Nope.  It did not happen.  By the bright sunshine of day, the windows looked fine but at night with indoor lighting, I was able to see the brush strokes, missing strokes and pure old lack of paint.  I did a horrible paint job.  So, there was nothing to do except apply another coat....and then a third.  Even after the third coat, that red was insistent on being seen.  So....I gave up.  I accepted the streakiness as a bonus!  

  As I finally came to the realization that my paint job would never be "perfect", I also came to the realization that it does not matter.  By most folks' standards, I am far from perfect.  The Little Bayou House is never going to be perfect.  For that matter, the Bayou, itself, is not perfect....nor is the world.  But!  You know what?  I do not care.  So why should I be bothered with streaks in the paint?  If red wishes to shine through the black like some beacon through the fog, so be it!  If I wish to have a bit of quirkiness in the place, so be it!  I have a lovely niece who paints some of the most unique pieces of furniture.  She always seems to go with a "distressed" look.  Her finished pieces are amazingly beautiful so I figured that I, quite by accident, distressed my windows!  

  Getting back to being perfect, that is something that I do not strive to be.  I am me.  I have come to embrace my weirdness even when it seems to spill over into my decorating sense.  (Which, by the way, I never have claimed to have.)  So, the streaky black and red windows shall stay because I am sure not going with a fourth coat of paint!  My house, my windows, my streaks, my weirdness...it is all good.