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❝She was very thin and very tall—five foot ten in flat shoes. She almost always wore flats, one pair until they wore out, and then she'd get another. She didn't have many things—not many clothes or many possessions, either; she believed in owning only perfect things, or, as she said 'one perfect thing.'❞
❝It took her about thirty seconds to get ready. She didn't change her clothes—a robin's-egg-blue boatneck, white capris, and black flats, each a perfect thing—and didn't wear makeup, herself a perfect thing. All she did was wash her face.❞
I enjoy the idea of owning "perfect things"—at least when it comes to clothes. I guess I have Venice tendencies when I go shopping for them, usually talking myself out of buying something because of the little bit of extra lace, or how it's just a bit too short, or how I wish the top fell off my shoulders instead of staying halfway in between. I have impulse buys too, but those are bad and don't happen too often. Fewer things, each "perfect" in a unique way, is a really appealing mentality to me :)
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