The rejects

While I sat in the park tonight, eating hot chips in 34.6 degree weather, I realised something about myself [don't you just love a good revelation?]
While I hand picked all the overcooked and odd shaped chips from the bag, I realised that I like the rejects in society.
The burnt chip, the worm nibbled apple, the social outcast...they're all the same.
I like the underdog, the less-desired, the so called loser, the nerd, the imperfect, the awkward, the misunderstood, the damaged, the bruised, the half-eaten, the overcooked and the broken.

Perhaps that is why I like handmade things so much...all the tiny imperfections are for me, perfection.