BACKSTORY: The photo is of our daughters in the midst of some sort of reconciliation. Aside from evoking memories of the occasional sisterly spats which punctuated their childhood, I am tugged by another element of the image - the sweater vest. I crocheted it many years ago. Admittedly, I am somewhat obsessed by the missing yarn hole at the back of her waist.

I lie to myself when I notice it, “Holes in sweaters used to bother me. Somehow, flaws are my favorite part of everything - a reminder of the beauty of entropy and imperfection.” Ya, right.

And as I ponder this unsightly, yet beautiful, sweater hole, I have to laugh at myself. If the opportunity presented itself, there is not a doubt in my mind I would fix that irritating, yet beautiful, hole. So much for all my philosophizing about the beauty of flaws. I suspect only the flaws attached to other people are beautiful.