My Interest in Pinterest Problem
I have a serious Pinterest addiction. I don’t know what it is about that site, but I can’t stop browsing and pinning and linking and dinking around for endless hours day and night and day. It’s like the crack of social media pages for me.
I have thirty five boards now. I don’t even own that many shoes.
I am sure I have thousands of pins now also. My Arts and Crafts and my Jewelry Ideas boards alone have over 2500 pins.
Suffice it to say that I don’t get much else done. I have a gazillion ideas, thousands of visuals, and plenty of inspiring blog posts to link to when I’m ready to actually do something though.
Someday I’m going to build that plate rail for the kitchen.
Someday I’m going to write that book.
Someday I’m even going to organize my sand paper collection.
Just not today.
I’m too busy nosing around into other, more productive people’s lives, oohing and aahing over their projects. It’s amazing how attractively displayed and professionally photographed it all is. And how cleverly worded the content is. I could never do that.
Actually some of it doesn’t really apply to my own project list at the moment. Like I don’t think I’ll be constructing a purse out of a pillow case or an outdoor grill out of a cinder block anytime soon. But if I wanted to, I now know that I could.
It’s hard to resist jumping on Pinterest whenever I am bored or can’t sleep or need some information about, well, anything. It’s all there: crafting, cooking, dieting, decorating, gardening, building, dressing, travelling, exercising, writing, cleaning, organizing, working, looking for work, improving relationships and, I think, advice on sexual matters even, but of course I haven’t personally sought any.
But if I need it, it’s there.
It’s kind of like if Martha Stewart was God and I was the Pope and I had one of those phones like the commissioner of Gotham City had that was actually a direct line to Batman, but of course mine would be to Martha:
Hello Martha, Pope here. Got any ideas on how to build a chicken coop out of a junked 1973 AMC Pacer?
Which would be nice but of course is no longer necessary because I have Pinterest. And Pinterest is like having several million Marthas right at my fingertips.
Which reminds me, I need to go search how to remove set in cooking oil stains from a t-shirt. And while I’m at it, I’ll browse those jewelry boards again. And maybe look up a recipe for tomorrows frittata, oh and I had a question about planting ever bearing raspberries.
And perhaps, perchance, I can even find a pin or two on how to make a curtain entirely out of grandma’s old lace doilies.
Now THAT would be the bomb.
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