The word is to me almost onomatopoeic. It sounds soft, feline, gently smug, perrrrrrrfect. I am wary of it, of course, as anyone sensible is of all things feline! However, against all well established advice, from all corners of the civilised world, I am drawn in by the idea of perfection. I know that way only madness lies, but I can't help looking for it, persuing it, yearning for it....
Luckily, I occasionally manage to satisfy my need for perfection and thankfully not through the much battled for toddler gunk free floor or a (very) temporarily speck free carpet, not the "right" jeans or a magazine perfect visage(!!), but through something much more lasting, gratifying and attainable!
Every so often I see something that is so complete...so right, that it leaves me with the feeling that all is well with my world.
ooooh the little hearts and edge of red!)
I have always had a low level aversion to the "matching". My poor mother is at a loss. Give me one pretty, vintage, singular saucer, you would find me more the merrier. Matching, identical....uniform?
Perfect: Lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind.