Eventually, as things settled down, I decided she belonged in my bathroom. Bought a couple of white floating shelves - but she didn't look good on a white shelf. Bought a dark shelf, and gave the white ones to a friend.
She looked awesome.
But... she's fairly substantial, weighing about four pounds. And I live in SoCal. Earthquake country.
So of course, the next project was finding museum wax to secure her on the shelf, in case of earthquake, so she wouldn't come flying off the shelf and brain me in the head as I was seated on my white porcelain meditating spot. Should said earthquake occur while I was *ahem* Taking Care of Business.
Done. Now, here's where the fleas come in. *scratching* I could have put a single daub of museum wax on the bottom center, and she would probably have been just fine. But, being accustomed to OCPD-think, I decided to place three daubs of museum wax under her, one at each corner, and really press her down on the shelf, hard. Better overdoing than doing just enough, right?
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| Photo via mksystem at Flickr Fleas, or just a good healthy scratch? |
Buddha Girl was fine for one night, then she cracked.
At first I was really distraught. Thought about throwing her away, and getting a new, uncracked one. or perhaps using wood stain (or my cheap and easy go-to, colored markers) to minimize the appearance of said crack.
Then I realized, Buddha Girl is even better now. She's my reminder that overdoing doesn't always work out for the best. A reminder to check for fleas. A reminder that sometimes flawed and cracked is better than perfect.
Now I look at her (several times a day, depending on my water consumption) and smile.
She's cracked and flawed. I'm cracked and flawed.
And we're both perfect, just the way we are.
Do you have a talisman, picture, or some reminder
that being flawed is perfectly okay?
that being flawed is perfectly okay?
Your thoughts?
