I wanted to share with you that I often start similar crafting projects with the resolution to resist my tendency towards perfectionism, but in fact I always end up running into my perfectionism again. And while I was working on my piece over the past few days, I realized that I no longer want to think in terms of abandoning or embracing perfectionism, but rather in terms of how the perfectionism manifests in my body as a way to assess whether it is serving me or not: I realized that if I very vehemently and obsessively want something to be perfect, my whole body becomes tense and the perfectionism tendency can become a burden, but if I very carefully and generously want something to be perfect because I deeply care about the object I am working on, then my perfectionism feels like a gesture of love, and then my perfectionism is not necessarily something I want to work against (working against something might be a violent gesture in itself, I just realize now).