I’m a straight-out Pinterest junkie. I can’t get enough of that site. Where else can I make inspiration boards of clothing I will never own, free printables I will never print and holiday wreaths I will never DIY? No where else, that’s where. Pinterest is where it’s at.
A true Pinterest junkie like myself will have a board categorized not only as “Food”. No, that would be amateur. A Pinterest connoisseur must have sub-categories like “desserts”, “slow cooker”, “cookies” and “muffins”. She will have the app on her phone and when she needs to decompress from the chaos her children are causing, it won’t (always) be a glass of wine she turns to, but to the brightly lit laptop screen opened to her favorite site. And if that decompression does include a glass of her favorite white, there are frozen grapes in the bottom of the glass because Pinterest says that’s classy and delicious. A true Pinterest junkie includes at least two newly pinned recipes into her weekly meal plan and OH YES, there’s a printable for that meal plan. I pinned it last Thursday, framed it and wrote on it with a dry erase marker while my house filled with the scent of warm vanilla. (Pinterest says to put two capfulls of vanilla in a bowl in the oven at 300* until your house smells like heaven. You’re welcome.)
It is because of Pinterest that I have the desire to clean my top-loading washer; why I mixed up vinegar and baking soda to clean my garbage disposal. Pinterest made me buy spray paint to re-fashion an old shelf and it is Pinterest’s fault that my mantel will be not only holiday-inspired come December, but it will be holiday-inspired in shades of golds, browns and creams, rendering most of the decor I bought last year useless.
It is because of Pinterest that I went out and bought a stupid mini muffin pan, because omigod look how cute and wee those muffins are!!!!
I think I need help.
Damn it, Pinterest.