Pinterest is torture for women. It sucks up our time and leads to dissatisfaction and depression as we view other people's lives through DSL cameras and Photoshop. Yet we go back again and again.
Here’s my deal: Everything I see on Pinterest I do. I painted my kitchen seven times this summer. (That sounds ridiculous, but I simply could not find the right Pinterest shade of peacock blue). I’ve made so many blasé homemade ice creams and Asian soups. (They photograph well, despite the recipe.) What's more, I had an absolutely horrible afternoon because of this pin:
According to the linked article, apple cider vinegar helps relieve arthritis pain. (Hey, I have arthritis, and I also have apple cider vinegar in my cupboard.) I was belching all day.
Everyone pins these noodles. This is possibly the worst noodle dish I've ever made. Heidi Tyson, you pinned this recipe just this evening. Heidi, do not made these noodles.
Here's another Pintrest blah: a bathroom mirror with a second mirror floating in front of it. I went thrifting and found both for next to nothing. Yeah!
But in my living room it's just wrong, terribly wrong. My sweet father-in-law brought all the right hardware from Iowa and hung both mirrors for me, and when my guilt subsides, it's all coming down.
Yes, I've had some Pinterest success. Here's Em's garden stool I made from a log and a wooden bowl.
Probably my favorite thing about Pinterest is that my husband and I share a board where he and I can both pin. We flirt.
Pinterest quotes are quite another thing.
The first time I saw this quote slapped up on Pintrest, I immediately thought of Ma Ingalls, and I rolled my eyes. As if it's either or. As if we can't get the kids to help with the sticky floors and the piles of laundry and in the process make them happier, better individuals. At least that's what I thought when I first saw this quote. Now look at my oven.