I very nearly threw in the towel on Kelpie.  I messed up her scalp, and to me, being such a  perfectionist, I almost didn't want to sell her (it doesn't hurt that her stand looks super bad ass and I kind of want to keep it).  I dunno, I can't stand selling something that's imperfect.  I always want everything to be of the highest quality I can achieve.  I feel, even if my highest quality is inferior to others, if I keep trying for better the quality will improve.  As a customer, I really appreciate that kind of effort.   Even if something is a little less than perfect, it makes a difference when the creator tries to make it as perfect as they can. 
  I say all this while at the same time, I myself prefer things that aren't perfect.  I like beautiful but flawed things.  The flaw in the beauty makes it all the more precious to me.  As if it's a reminder that beauty could be taken away or lost at any moment.  It makes me appreciate the beauty all the more.  Sometimes, the flaw even makes something more beautiful.  Like a beautiful face that has a scar accenting the cheekbone, or an elegant vase that has an inelegant crack that leads the eye to wonderfully painted flowers. 
It also makes me feel that beauty is not only observed, but put to use.  The vase would never receive a crack if it was left packed away in a box.  It got that crack by being out on a shelf, probably when someone put flowers in it.  Beauty serves no purpose if it is stored away.  It has to be shared, touched, and interacted with.  I suppose I'll never be a true collector.  I feel that nothing should last forever.  That is the nature of our lives, our interaction with the universe.  Why should objects last forever when we ourselves don't?