Pinterest



No matter how you pronounce it, Pinterest makes me feel like a failure.  There is not one single reason my heart feels this way.  There are several:

I want to be a good Mom.  I see pins from other Moms in cyberspace making Minnie Mouse shaped PB and J sandwiches, turning their bathtubs into sandboxes for a day, and creating children’s rooms that rival Michelangelo’s Cistern Chapel.  I make no-bake cookies.  They are easy.  They aren't healthy.

I want to romance my husband.  I see pins from other Wives in cyberspace making homemade love notes out of left-over wallpaper, taking romantic get-a-ways to exotic places financed by recycling aluminum cans, and creating love nests in their master bedrooms in an hour.  I put on makeup.  It's easy.  It makes me look nice.

I want to be a good cook.  I see pins from other Cooks in cyberspace making gluten, fat, lactose and egg-free blueberry pancakes, producing Mexican dishes out of some unknown not-wheat grain and soy cheese, and baking 14 layer cakes separated by flavors of homemade frosting that have only 12 calories.  I make meatloaf.  It's easy.  I always have leftovers.

I’m choosing to live above the standard that Pinterest and its little groupies try to pin on me!  I am unique!  I’m easy!  I think I’ll start my own Internet Group and call it:  Normal Life.  There will be no pins.  There will only be recipes for no-bake cookies, make-up tips, and 50 ways to use leftover meatloaf.  Don’t judge me.  I’m just too simple for a complicated Pinterest life!





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  1. But Pinterest is so much fun! And I notice that you and I tend to 'like' the same things - to eat and to decorate with. So what if most of it is just in my dreams! I also enjoy reading your blog. Thanks for sharing your Austrian life with me. :)

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