Dear Pinterest,
Thank you for existing. You keep my thoughts organized and my browser tabs down to a minimum. You keep me inspired, and well fed.
I do, however, have one complaint. When I'm with you, I feel a totally unreasonable sense of accomplishment. You mess with my head. You make me think I've actually done the things I'm pinning about... and before I know it, months have gone by. Months of pinning about things, but not actually doing things. Months of beautifully organized pantries, and bathrooms, and entertaining other-peoples-children....
Months of amusing food presentation, ridiculously easy recipes, and other-peoples-weddings...
Months of parties, and celebrations, and gift ideas that I absolutely want to get started on....
Okay? Okay!
Yours always,
Clem.
PS: I'm going to post this letter publicly. Then I'm gonna pin it.
Thank you for existing. You keep my thoughts organized and my browser tabs down to a minimum. You keep me inspired, and well fed.
I do, however, have one complaint. When I'm with you, I feel a totally unreasonable sense of accomplishment. You mess with my head. You make me think I've actually done the things I'm pinning about... and before I know it, months have gone by. Months of pinning about things, but not actually doing things. Months of beautifully organized pantries, and bathrooms, and entertaining other-peoples-children....
Months of amusing food presentation, ridiculously easy recipes, and other-peoples-weddings...
Months of parties, and celebrations, and gift ideas that I absolutely want to get started on....
But you are endless, and so I keep pinning. Pin, scroll, refresh. Pin, scroll, refresh. It never ever ends. So, Pinterest darling, before I'm a hundred years old and still pinning... I want to make a deal. If you let me blog, and tweet, and function as a semi-normal human being again, I will not abandon you. In fact, I will stop being all talk (err---pin?) and I will actually create things from within my eighteen million boards. I will even blog and then pin the things I'm making from pins. Just please, please, please let me get back to life as Clementine.
Okay? Okay!
Yours always,
Clem.
PS: I'm going to post this letter publicly. Then I'm gonna pin it.
