on imperfection.

"New York taught me that imperfection equals pain. That it's a flaw to be chiseled away, one brutal critique at a time. 

It's hard to remember that imperfection once meant joy. Creativity.

It was the spark behind late-night recipe experiments, fueled by cheap wine and lit with my sisters' laughter.

Imperfection used to be my friend. Maybe it's time to take it by the hand again."

- Sarah Adams, In Your Dreams