The Pins hang there in cyber space, the bounty of virtual boards full of a variety of domestic conquests won, displayed like trophies for all to behold.
I said, Behold, damn you!
The 4′ long centerpiece carved from a cut down tree – ready in just 5 minutes (I swear it says FIVE minutes).
Or 9 layer cakes, and not for a wedding or something where maybe I can justify NINE layers; no this culinary construction project is for a 4th of July picnic.
Or the DIY Staircase Drawers, the ultimate in home organization.
All that beholding, page after page, pin after pin, board after board, usually leaves me struggling with feelings of inadequacy and even guilt for my crippling lack of craft skills.
I let my family live in a home with store-bought centerpieces, single layer cakes, and stupid non-storage stairs!
How can I sit here and call myself a homemaker?
Pier One and Betty Crocker does not a Pinteresty home make…
And don’t get me wrong, I’m all in on Pinterest now. I have a ridiculous number of boards which I pin to daily. I love using Pinterest for finding solutions to my gluten free eating, when I’m searching for funny ecards as well as other blogs to read, but it still leaves me feeling hollow and lacking.
You see, now that I’m pinning more, I realized just how unpinnable my life really is.
I’m not Pinteresting.
So I tried cooking some of my family’s favorite foods for a pinnable recipe. I’d take all the prep pictures, but I’d always forget to photograph the finished product before we ate it.
Who is going to pin an empty dish?
Seriously, I did this like ten times with ten different recipes.
So then I thought I’d try a craft, but after a hole that needs repairing in the drywall, a string of new curse words that my children learned while I de-valued my home, and a mishap with a glue gun that I’d rather not repeat, it was clear crafting was out.
There was always home organizing.
I couldn’t even type that without laughing.
Then it came to me…
Somewhere between crafts and organization there’s what I like to call, real life solutions.
These are pins where people do something with an everyday item, but in an unintended way that results in – you got it – real life solutions.
So as I sat around pondering what my strengths were and what I might possibly resolve to do to make myself more pinnable, I glanced down and scowled at the bleach stains on my favorite pair of black yoga pants.
“At least they’ll match the other three or four pairs of bleach stained black pants.” I thought, and then suddenly, it hit me.
Where’s the solution to bleach stained black pants?
Behold, my ticket to Pin Town – how to fix bleach stained black pants!
Or feel free to show ’em off…
Wouldn’t you know, after all that, somewhere between almost bleach staining my kitchen counter and splashing bleach from this “project” onto another pair of black pants (I’m a real idiot; I don’t just play one on the internet), I realized that maybe being pinnable isn’t everything.
It was Theodore Roosevelt that once said, “It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.”
That was way before Pinterest and the internet, so in this case failing is still hard, but it might have been better had I never tried at all…
Although don’t be surprised if you see me wearing these pants again- they used to be my favorites.
What’s your take on Pinterest? Love it or hate it? Want me to follow you there? Leave me your link unless you’re pinning storage stairs 9 layer cakes, or the like that is…Leave me a comment and tell me how you feel – I love hearing from you!
And you can find me here if you want to see all the things I pin and never intend to actually do.