Save of course for a few of life’s endeavours (mainly folding grocery bags), I’ve never been much of a perfectionist. Striving for it yes, but being bothered if I or others are imperfect or flawed, being fussed about burning dinner for guests (setting the kitchen on fire) or being incapable of leaving the house without an immaculately contoured face full of MAC make up (seriously smells like Dulux paint), these are not concerns that make me lose panda winks at night.
