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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 248101" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>There she stood, next to her silver, blue Audi paintbrush in hand. If it were possible to describe the horror she faced inside that home no one would surely be able to read her story, but alas, it is true. </p><p> </p><p>Like any other person in the United States, Tiki needed some cash. Her painting skills and remarkable talent kept her in high demand at a high price. This new customer was no stranger to high price. Type A personality people actually get used to paying nearly double and sometimes triple for craftwork in their lives. "It's the price of perfection" stated the woman to her neurotic daughter as they taped miniscule imperfections on Mexican tile. To see them in action, bent down on that cold, tile floor is to know they would surely rearrange an ant hill at a picnic. </p><p> </p><p>Tiki reluctantly rang the bell. The owner covered in paint answered the door. "good morning you ridiculous waste of skin and breath" she thought - but instead mustered a smile and a fantastic, goodwill Goodmorning. "I painted over your artwork." said the hag. "You did, but why?" pondered Tiki. "It was too perfect, I couldn't find anything wrong with it, there was nothing to ***** about, nothing to complain about, nothing that would have gotten me some sympathy from my friends. It was too perfect do you understand?" </p><p> </p><p>Smiling, our lovely little Tiki nodded and began her work hanging the imperfect wallpaper in the entrance to hell....er the coal mine NO NO NO - to the elevator shaft (thank goodness this is a rough draft) and painted happily along the edges of the imperfect wallpaper. It crossed her mind as her mind rethought her friends words "The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but in that house - it's papered with imperfect wallpaper AND your perfect artwork under it forever and ever." Tiki felt much better knowing that despite the hags attempt to cover perfection with a roller - she would never remove her work, and it would dwell in the house of the hag forever. </p><p> </p><p>Amen. </p><p> </p><p><img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/tongue.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":tongue:" title="tongue :tongue:" data-shortname=":tongue:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 248101, member: 4964"] There she stood, next to her silver, blue Audi paintbrush in hand. If it were possible to describe the horror she faced inside that home no one would surely be able to read her story, but alas, it is true. Like any other person in the United States, Tiki needed some cash. Her painting skills and remarkable talent kept her in high demand at a high price. This new customer was no stranger to high price. Type A personality people actually get used to paying nearly double and sometimes triple for craftwork in their lives. "It's the price of perfection" stated the woman to her neurotic daughter as they taped miniscule imperfections on Mexican tile. To see them in action, bent down on that cold, tile floor is to know they would surely rearrange an ant hill at a picnic. Tiki reluctantly rang the bell. The owner covered in paint answered the door. "good morning you ridiculous waste of skin and breath" she thought - but instead mustered a smile and a fantastic, goodwill Goodmorning. "I painted over your artwork." said the hag. "You did, but why?" pondered Tiki. "It was too perfect, I couldn't find anything wrong with it, there was nothing to ***** about, nothing to complain about, nothing that would have gotten me some sympathy from my friends. It was too perfect do you understand?" Smiling, our lovely little Tiki nodded and began her work hanging the imperfect wallpaper in the entrance to hell....er the coal mine NO NO NO - to the elevator shaft (thank goodness this is a rough draft) and painted happily along the edges of the imperfect wallpaper. It crossed her mind as her mind rethought her friends words "The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but in that house - it's papered with imperfect wallpaper AND your perfect artwork under it forever and ever." Tiki felt much better knowing that despite the hags attempt to cover perfection with a roller - she would never remove her work, and it would dwell in the house of the hag forever. Amen. :raspberry-tounge: [/QUOTE]
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