aSalaam uAlaikum and Good Morning My Stylish Sisters!
This morning I'm a little tired.
Okay...A LOT tired.
You see, I have been agonizing over a detail of one of my recent projects. It's a line. Yes, just a normal line, nothing too fancy...but I just can't seem to find the line that is right for the job!
Some people may think this sounds silly, maybe even ridiculous, but I KNOW there are some sisters out there who can totally understand what I'm saying.
I'm the type of girl who feels that I might as well do everything myself, because I know if I have someone else do it, I won't like the outcome as much. When typing that it sounds a bit conceited, thinking I can do everything better than everyone else but that's not what I'm saying at all. I mean, when you think about it if Edison hadn't agonized over every detail of the light bulb, or Henry Ford over the many gears and parts of his automobile, or Sarah Goode over all the parts of her filing cabinet, we wouldn't be able to drive to work every day, and read our paperwork under a well-lit lamp!
I've been called everything from a perfectionist, to a control freak, to OCD. I wouldn't really say I'm any of these things, I would just say that I'm slightly further up on the 'picky' spectrum than the majority of the population. I strongly feel this is a characteristic many artistic people have. Perhaps it doesn't carry on into every aspect of their lives (I know many designers whose apartments are distasters, even though their creations are perfect) but I think this obsession with detail is vital in order to motivate them to improve on every design, and continue to create new things.
I have to admit, there are some nights I wish I weren't quite so detail-oriented. This isn't the first time I've lost sleep over a minute detail of one project or another, and it does make for many exhausted mornings and far too much coffee consumption. But in the end it's all worth it to me, because once I have completed something I know that I did it to the best of my ability.
And we all have our quirks, don't we?
Tell me...what's yours? What is that one thing, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant to others, that keeps you awake at night?
Ma'Salaama and Sweet Dreams!
The (counting down the hours until I can take a nap) Mujahada in Prada