It’s Pintastic.

Hi, I’m the 87th blogger in the world to post about Pinterest, but OMG have you heard of Pinterest?! It’s like a virtual cork board. You can pin anything from any web site. And you can follow anyone and everyone to see what they’re pinning and what their followers are pinning, and so on, and so on, and so on. (Translation: Pinterest = excellent time suck.)

I don’t have any major home renovations planned for any time in the next, oh, 20 years, but it’s nice to have one place to keep track of ideas and product web sites in one nifty place, rather than the hodgepodge of bookmarks I used to have in various folders. It’s also an amazing resource for billions of craft projects that I will never, ever DIY. (sidebar: do you know there are TONS of crafts people make out of toilet paper tubes? You know, the cardboard tubes underneath all the toilet paper? I mean, I’m as cheap as the next chick, but really? TP tubes? I see this as more of a throw-away project, like for silly quick puppets or something, but some people go ALL OUT. Refer to: the one who cut them down, folded them into a star-ish shape, mounted bunches of this shape onto a canvas and spray painted the whole thing. It looked cool, but I could never have that in my house and be all, YEAH BITCHES, I MADE THAT FROM TOILET PAPER TUBES. WANNA BUY ONE? Because. I mean. Fecal matter. But again, I’m not going to make 98% of the crafts I see on there anyway, so consider the source. Though, again I say: poop.)

I have made all of one thing I’ve pinned on Pinterest (not including recipes), because here is my thought process on pretty much everything I see:

That’s so cool/I love that, but…

• my cats would totally knock that over
• my Labrador’s tail would knock that right off the coffee table
• that is a smorgasboard for cat paws
• the dogs’ paws would totally muddy up all that whiteness in 3.5 seconds
• the cats would immediately commandeer that dangling/ruffly/drapey thing
• I live in an almost 100-year-old house with small rooms
• I have a husband

It’s still fun though. In fact, I’m amazed I could drag myself away from it long enough to write this.

Fraud Alert.

Recently (and by recently I mean “sometime in the past year”) (I seriously have no concept of time lately), I received an email letting me know that my credit card was automatically charged for renewal for blahblahblah. It actually did not say “blahblahblah” but everything after “your credit card was charged” just kind of went blurry as I started to panic that my identity had been stolen. After a few seconds (which felt like hours) of imagining all the legwork and phone calls I was going to have to endure to get this Horrible! Violating! Annoying! issue fixed, I realized it was the automatic renewal for this blog. This blog that I have ignored for the past, oh, 18 months or so. Why? No reason. Has anyone noticed? Doubtful. Will I start blogging regularly again? Maybe. Have I become more regimented and motivated in my time away? *shakes magic 8 ball* All signs point to no. Ah well. Baby steps.