We all have challenges—from minor to mammoth. My mother taught me to sew when I was young, maybe six or seven. I had to learn to even out my stitches by hemming dish towels. By the time I was eight, I was learning to make clothes for my dolls, and by the time I was ten, I was learning to make clothes for myself. To me, the hardest part of sewing was making the hem of a dress come out evenly. Machine work was simple, but evening out a hem seemed impossible to me.
My Mother had a saying that helped not only with this dilemma but with later problems in my life as well. The saying was simply that if it can’t be seen from a galloping horse, it didn’t matter. The saying always struck me as both funny and true. The phrase goes back a century to the days when it was commonplace for people to travel on horseback. I always pictured a young girl in a newly-made dress standing on the sidewalk as a young man she likes rides by on the road. To the young girl, the young man’s perception of her matters greatly, and if he doesn’t notice that her hem is crooked, then the evenness of the hem doesn’t matter. And, clearly, no one riding by on a galloping horse is likely to be able to distinguish an uneven hem.
The underlying message is that we are too anxious about nonessentials. The newer version of this truism—don’t sweat the small stuff—was also true more than a century ago. Perfect stitching doesn’t matter unless it’s going to be examined close at hand. Seen from a distance, the hem need only appear generally even. I have to believe that is true about much in life. Do we really need to spend hours making our houses perfect, our cars spotless, and our abs rock hard? If viewed from a galloping horse, would any of those perfections really matter?
I’m not suggesting that we live, drive, or eat like slobs. I am suggesting that we give ourselves a break and remember that perfection may never exist in the relative world. Les Brown, a wonderful motivational speaker, tells listeners to forget the word “perfection.” He says that practice creates not perfection but improvement, and that is what we need to aim for in our lives. We all want to be better, but when we try for perfection, we fail and then we blame ourselves. That guilt lowers our self-esteem even further.
Instead of condemning ourselves for our failures or comparing ourselves to the plastic perfection shown in glossy magazines, perhaps we could stop for a moment and imagine ourselves as viewed from a galloping horse. How would we appear? Would our hems or our flaws really be so terribly noticeable? I believe that seen from such a perspective, we would all appear more appealing, even more perfect, and we could be more at ease with ourselves.
Vintage dress model and sewing equipment: ID 1152116 © Natalia Guseva | Dreamstime.com