Hi, I’m Mariclare and I am addicted to Pinterest

I used to live a normal life.  That was before Pinterest. (B.P.)  Now I have a one-track mind.  Pinning.  Everything comes second to pinning.  Eating, sleeping, bathing, breathing- nothing is as important as getting in as many pins as possible.  You may be asking yourself, “What the hell is she talking about? “

Well, I am glad you asked.

I have never taken to online fads, games, social groups, etc.  All my sisters, mom and nephews play Scrabble together online.  Oh the fun they have! I tried to download it, but I can’t stand games in real life,  so I promptly forgot to start playing.  Up until February of this year I thought you needed a special machine to get twitter.   Like the messages would come in on an old school beeper clipped on your belt.  I had no idea it was just a page on the internet.  Kind of blew the mystique.

But then, came Pinterest.   Cue: Golden harps.

Within one month I had 40 online bulletin boards all categorized with the most inspirational works of art, vintage images, great ideas, and things that made me laugh all neatly organized! But as with everything I like, I became obsessed.  The internet was no longer safe.  Everything I saw I wanted to pin and put into it’s own catergory.  This photo of a hotel in France decorated by Tilt I pinned onto my board “Rainbow Decorating”.

Soon I had 60 boards and 4,000 pins.  But 4,000 pins was STILL not enough.  It was never enough!  I adopted a new life motto: M.B.P.* MUST BE PINNING.  Each idea I saw was too amazing not to share!  That black and white picture of a weird eye just HAS to go onto a new board called: “Odd Ball Eye Balls: Black and White”

And wait- what’s this I found?  I picture of the cutest cat in a beret?  Well I have to pin this on a new board: “Adorable Cats in French Hats” .

If I pin something and no one re-pins does it make a sound?

It doesn’t even matter.  99% of the things I pin never see the light of day.  But that doesn’t stop me.  Who needs to be re-pinned?  Not me!   I can’t be stopped yet I must be stopped yet I can’t be stopped.  It’s a vicious cycle that has no end.  Hence the cycle part of the term “vicious cycle”.  Speaking of which, that is a great board idea.  “Vicious Cycles.”  It can start with this pic I found on the Overlook Hotel blog of creepy twins from “The Shining”.   They look all vicious cycle-y.

I was trying to explain Pinterest to one of my sisters this weekend.  She kept asking, “What is the point?” Point? Point? There is no point! What is the point of the sky? The sea? A rainbow? A puppydog tail? Somethings just ARE.  Now, back to pinning.

How amazing that this woman made a bathtub of books?

Or this artist covers buildings in SEQUINS!  SEQUINS people!

Or that this woman painted her fridge like this?

The woman who did this happens to be my sister :)

So I pretty much am obsessed with pinning, I don’t think I am going to stop anytime soon.  It has not made my life unmanageable…yet.  Unless you count of course cutting into my sleeping and bathing time, which really, I wasn’t doing that anyways!

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5 thoughts on “Hi, I’m Mariclare and I am addicted to Pinterest

    • You have to give up something less important than pinning so you have time for the important things in life like covering your house in sequins. Less important things than pinning include but are not limited to: sleeping, eating, showering, getting out of PJs, talking to family and/or pets, removing iphone from cold, cramped, hands, pinning. Whoops. Did I just say pinning was less important than pinning? Oh no, I am going back into my pinterest wormhole. I better get off the computer and go to bed immediately!!!! Speaking of which- I have a bunch of pins to send you for for your house! Let’s cover the WHOLE thing in GLITTER!!!

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