Jack gets a kick out of it when I label women as "rough around the edges." I'm usually referring to ladies that are a little grizzled... you know, the broads with course grey hair or a low raspy smoker's voice or maybe they just cuss a lot. While this term may sound like a dis, I actually mean it in an endearing way. I don't like things that are too pretty or too polished. I like imperfections and things that are slightly messed up (except when it's a huge pile of SOMEONE'S dirty socks + undies next to the bed).
I had been debating replacing our old wood front door for quite a while. I was torn because while it definitely
adds character to the room, it has scuffs and scratches all over it. After coming across some of these imperfectly perfect spaces, I've made up my mind to keep it in the mix for a bit longer.