Wabi Sabi: It's Book Giveaway Competition Time!

Competition is closed. The winners are: Penelope Jenkins, Kay and Maxine G.

A few days ago I read the comments posted at that time...I found the wisdom and grace that your commenters shared to be such a gift.
My addition is that my voice, far from perfect brings others Joy and I like to sing - so this is a win win for me...

I’m afraid, I have a health problem I can’t face up to, but at the same time my dearly beloved husband is recovering slowly but surely from surgery. I sit here on the bed whilst he sleeps next to me. I should be doing things, so much to do. But I am content. Right here, right now this is a good place to be.

One of our two cats would be my perfectly imperfect choice - he is fiercely independent, doesn't like being picked up and isn't too keen on being stroked either - can be a bit grumpy and would scratch and bite if anyone pushed their luck trying to touch him. He just about tolerates our other cat, often only turns up for meals before going out again so we don't see him for long sometimes. Jack is friendly with the fox family that visit nightly and always singles out one fox as a best friend - strange cat but we love him and as long as he seems happy and healthy we just go with the flow!

sad time in our family dad died funeral last week

Starting and running my own perfectly imperfect business.

Leaving London life and moving to the seaside, it’s a big change, but exciting new chapter

Living in Kumamoto Japan is a perfect imperfection.

My hair is completely wild and untameable and I absolutely love it

We are currently renovating our home and most of our household items are packed and in storage. That means we are living with two sets of most things – towels, sheets, place settings , glasswear, coats, boots, and mittens for our snowy September weather. Our imperfect situation is working perfectly to date.

At the moment, the messy workroom in my house is perfectly imperfect. As a working-at-home mother, cleaning up the workroom is usually put aside as the last job to do.

My perfectly imperfect weekend, not having any duties but filling my batteries by doing only what just comes into my mind

Perfectly imperfect first draft of my novel.

Perfectly imperfect ... when my normally happy teenage son is cranky or ever so slightly rude, I know to give him space to air his feelings...

It must be my small apartment that I share with my roomie. It is horrible but perfect in the same time. I think we will love to think back on this time 20 years from now.

My perfectly imperfect with emotions and anxiety inside of me covered by a perfect look on the outside

My face; as I age the signs of my perfectly imperfect attitude to life begin to show in frown lines but also in lots of beautiful smile and laughter lines too :-)

My perfectly imperfect in my life is my beautiful 22 year old autistic daughter, she is such an inspiration to me and so strong in trying to combat her ‘issues’ - imperfect, but perfect!

My body. I've had lots of operations over the years and have scars on my legs and back to prove it. But I think they make me perfectly imperfect!

My home made strawberry jam which didn’t set this year but is still imperfectly perfect on rice pudding, ice cream and yogurt.

My body, now after having 2 children by natural birth - I think I’ve never looked or felt better.
I embrace all its saggy bits, stretch marks, uneven skin tone and fuzzy bits(!)
And I want my 2 girls to grow up embracing their bodies too and owning their imperfections because that is what makes us all special.

Managing to fit everything into every day is perfectly imperfect - trying to make everyone happy and then still finding 30 minutes at the end of the day to relax and reflect.

I find being a mother to my beautiful three children is a perfectly imperfect journey. It is a path of self-discovery, as much as it is a discovery of the shaping and growth of a human being. Every day I am keenly aware of how every word and gesture can add another facet to the creation of a unique and wonderful person.

On a low hanging branch of the old Douglas Fir, just in front of my window, generations of Bush Tits, knit a "sock" nest. Every spring for ten years, always on the same branch ,they return to delight me as they reconstruct with found materials and the wool I leave for them to line their nest.

My garden whilst it’s my relaxing haven, it’s imperfect but it’s mine.

What could be more perfectly imperfect than an illness that makes you stop, slow down and notice, appreciate and love everything around you, make you want to live more whilst slowly taking that life away. Bittersweetness everyday.

My baby blankets I had made from my boys baby outfits, perfectly imperfect!

Grandma's home. Perfectly imperfect as a whirlwind of a delightful bichon frise is here for the weekend!

the 'weeds' in my garden which are beautiful and colourful and attracting lots of wildlife!

My handmade greetings cards. I simply NEVER get everything perfectly lined up - something is always slightly wonky. But I remind myself, that just goes to prove they aren't mass produced. People still love them.

All the vintage leather I use to make notebooks and pen cases - I love the crackles and branding marks.

My imperfect perfect choice how to live my life. I know a lot of people are unhappy with me right now for ignoring them, not making time to meet, go out. My choice not to be active on social media but to spend my energy on my kids now that they are home for the summer, enjoy my own home, prepare my own meals and my need to recharge my own batteries.

My morning chai with milked hazelnuts in a white mug made in Italy with a white on white rooster embossed on the front has some dark spots and fine cracks on the inside. Evidence of many sunrises on my front porch with a warm cup of tea. It has warmed my hands many chilly mornings.

My early attempts at spinning alpaca fleece resulted in knobbly brown soft yarn, imperfect for most things but perfect in my garden - soft to tie, strong and beautifully camouflaged amongst the plants.

My perfectly imperfect is my random placed linen cushions scattered on my sofa with a cuppa and IPad with smooth jazz piano music in the background ..by candle light if a dark dreary day.

My perfectly imperfect moment has been that an extremely hot and humid summer has kept me away from the beach. Though I have spent time this summer on the beach, its not nearly as much. I have always been a "summer" girl, but this summer I have found some refreshing relaxation in my hammock enjoying the swinging motion and the sky and the shade!

My overgrown, messy garden, but it's the perfect place for me to sit with a cuppa and good book!

My wife and I are in the midst of decluttering our home. Most people where we live think that you need a larger home to accommodate all of your things rather than purging what isn't necessary and enjoying the space that you live in.

My Florida perfectly imperfect garden with the lizards in action eating their mosquitos.

My perfectly imperfect body on the wheelchair. I still love the life and the beauty around me

My perfectly imperfect handbag which is absolutely full to the brim with all sorts of wonders, and yet I can never find a single item when I need it. My bank card is buried so deeply in a pile of lipsticks, old parking tickets, keys for things I can no longer remember, a nail file (somewhere) that most of the time, I choose not to use it rather than to spend fifteen mins a time rummaging through my bag to locate it.. and what else? I don’t even know and yet I do know that it is Overflowing with personal belongings that I could never go anywhere without ☺️

in the slow down and appreciate all the little kindnesses shown each day mode

Our bedroom and the undone bed on a Sunday morning. Even though I’m a control freak, that piece of imperfection and disorder in life gives me inner peace.

My perfectly imperfect home: a perfectly messy one - not really a cover home, yet comfortable and welcoming

My perfectly imperfect post pregnancy body.

This land where I live -- near the Arctic Circle -- so incredibly harsh and nearly uninhabitable, but so breathtakingly fragile and beautiful. It is so humbling.

The last few overblown pale pink roses on my climbing rose bush, delicate and yet robust, looking more like a beautiful textile installation than a growing, living thing.

My perfectly imperfect or, imperfectly perfect thing in my life is my slightly messy, vibrant, generous and beautiful gardens in my back yard. Raised boxes of beautiful herbs-lemon balm, lemon basil, three types of lavender, dill, thyme, cilantro, so many...the lovely vegetables: heirloom tomatoes from seeds my grandmother and aunt gave me, French lettuce, greens, fifteen types of sweet peppers, seven types of hot peppers..and now the second crop is taking off and we will have fresh vegetables to the first hard freeze! When I see our neighbours come over to help themselves from the incredible bounty (and nothing wasted, not even mountains of squash), all seems right with the world.

My wardrobe! Nothing in ordrer, but stil some kind of peace over it...

The joy of feeling linen yarn in my hands whilst crocheting, producing a unique fabric that enhances the slubs and beautiful imperfections of this beautiful fibre.

My sewing projects.. always working on letting go of perfection and embracing good enough..

My garden!

My life.....perfectly imperfect

Perfectly imperfect: The organization in my fridge. I know exactly where everything lives, but it's never in a logical order.

My garden hedge , views from my bed.. perfect imperfection

My perfectly imperfect thing at the moment is a story kantha quilt I am stitching from distressed antique fabrics unsuitable for anything else , as an heirloom for my first grandchild yet to be born

My bathroom

Perfectly imperfect...in my current stage of life, I’d have to say, being a homeschool mom.

My perfectly crumpled linen sheets in my perfectly imperfect combination of Chinese furniture and Indian tapestry bedroom