Never let it rest,
until your good is better
and your better is b
This has been known to be the incessant chant of those defective mortals slowly sinking into scrapbooking perfectionado purgatory. Personally, I prefer to let imperfections fuzz a bit in my noggin when it comes to mistakes in my older age, but I'm having an extraordinarily difficult time trying to forget tacky gluing a decorative strip of paper embellishment onto the backside (instead of the front side) of a miniature brown bag type of holder for a scrapbook tag, then carefully tearing it off while removing part of the paper bag with it, then gluing a new decorative strip back onto the backside again.
I contemplated venturing outdoors and nestling my vacant head face down into the overflowing concrete bird bath, but alas...it was more than a wee bit late and I was bare on both feet, so I live yet another day to chalk up a few more errors to reluctantly add to my growing list. I feel blessed.
Blooms come and go.
If you don't see what you like at the moment
just give it a week or two
nature begins another new painting.