She had it under control and nice and perfectly balanced. But she’s a decoration addict and … she relapsed.
There was not enough Christmas foliage and she kept adding some to make the perfect display but didn’t stop in time. At least that’s my best guess.
Like pick-up-sticks or Jenga.
A work of art is never finished, only abandoned. She should have abandoned it a bit earlier.
No such thing as minimalism when it comes to holiday decorations!
In her mind, she had a picture of what a perfect display would be. She was almost finished bringing it forth into reality, and then… she couldn’t picture it anymore. Kind of like what happened to the Coleridge poem about Xanadu, only this time without a neighbor from Porlock to blame it on.
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She had it under control and nice and perfectly balanced. But she’s a decoration addict and … she relapsed.
There was not enough Christmas foliage and she kept adding some to make the perfect display but didn’t stop in time. At least that’s my best guess.
Like pick-up-sticks or Jenga.
A work of art is never finished, only abandoned. She should have abandoned it a bit earlier.
No such thing as minimalism when it comes to holiday decorations!
In her mind, she had a picture of what a perfect display would be. She was almost finished bringing it forth into reality, and then… she couldn’t picture it anymore. Kind of like what happened to the Coleridge poem about Xanadu, only this time without a neighbor from Porlock to blame it on.
“All art is knowing when to stop.” Toni Morrison
“All art is knowing when to” — Mark in Boston
Better is the enemy of good.