A couple months ago, Clint pointed out something to me that's had me thinking. Apparently, "perfect" is my word of choice for anything and everything that I see as being good or great or fantastic. Either something is perfect or it's not. And when it's not perfect, it's usually terrible. On a scale of 1 to 10, 7 and above are typically considered perfect. 6 and below? No good.
(Maybe that's why I love black and white so much?)
I think I've been this way for a long time; I'm a type 1, a perfectionist at heart. You should see my penmanship from 5th grade! You should see the beauty of my old color-coordinated and illustrated Biology notes from 9th grade! I'm good at most things I do... because I generally stay away from anything I think I might not be good at. Sad but true. Though to be quite honest, I'm happy with being a perfectionist -- even if I occasionally would enjoy throwing a punch or two at my inner critic.
At any rate, it can be a hard way to live (for me, and probably for everyone around me since I'm sometimes hard to satisfy). I'm working on it. And I might even be working on it forever until I get it perfect.
Anyway, my point is this: look at that rad old bathroom scale I thrifted yesterday. It will look perfect in our black/white/yellow/grey bedroom. Seriously.