It’s been one of those weeks, when my brain just can’t muster up enough functionality to string together enough words to form coherent thoughts let alone a entertaining brilliant blog post. Lucky for me, my camera can produce some pretty amazing shit without much thought.
Brian gave me this ring for Valentine’s Day a couple of years ago. The relationship didn’t last. The ring? Still has it’s uses. Some days I sit there with the morning light streaming in my front windows, creating some amazing lighting for some beautiful photos.
I bought these bracelets from Charlotte Russe for $1.49 at Christmas. Cute, cheap, costume bangles. They were on clearance, but when set in the morning sunlight, they look so much more impressive than they are. In fact, I posted this on my Flickr account and Lotus Carroll (Who’s photography I have admired for months now) favorited it. I was beside myself with OMG!
I was digging around in a friend’s basement this past weekend (that is not an euphemism for anything) when I came across an old ball and glove. Sure, it’s only January, but spring training will be starting in just a few short months. I got a nice surprise today, when I saw that Lotus Carroll had favorited this one on Flickr too.
Sometimes the things you drive by every single day take on an entirely different look when you see them through the lens of your camera. I drive by this antique store in our small town, at least once a day without giving it a second thought. But when taking photos for a theme (frames) I saw the simple words framed over the store front.
Again, looking at every day ordinary things through the lens of a camera can turn a simple drop or two of water from a kitchen faucet into something incredibly beautiful, and really kinda cool.
I am a bit of a shoe whore. Christian Louboutin? My god. My unemployment doesn’t allow me to own a pair of Louboutins. Pinterest does. Dozens of pairs of Louboutins. Louboutins I have nowhere to wear in real life.
I’ll never own my own house. I’m perfectly content with renting and letting someone else worry about the maintenance and repairs. Pinterest, though, allows me to ‘collect’ my dream home. The awesome shower with the color changing heat sensitive tiles, the winding staircase coupled with a spiral slide, the library that is three stories tall, with walls of windows overlooking the bay. (I live in Mo. Pinterest doesn’t care)
Pinterest allows me to wear fabulous clothes, on a rocking body, with perfect makeup, wearing smokin Louboutins, as I host a classy cocktail party in my stylish eat-your-heart-out house on the bay. All the glorious food and drinks I made myself and Emeril is jealous. Or so I’ve heard.
Some things I have learned from Pinterest and reasons why you should become addicted join right now.
There are some people out there who are more seriously in love with Harry Potter than I am. It makes me feel like less of a freak.
I now know, that if money were no object I would overdose on shoes. Clearly.
Even though I will never get married again, I can still dream about the perfect dress, pick out the gorgeous ring, and find the most fabulous shoes.
There are a lot of people out there with a lot of time on their hands and a lot of crafty stuff laying around the house. Also? Probably no kids.
That this pin of mine, sparked a debate that garnered 85 comments, and lasted almost an entire month. People are passionate.
There is something out there for everyone.
I will never be as crafty or talented as a third of the people on Pinterest. I’m ok with that. I can just ‘window shop’.
I have no idea how this even came about. And I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know. I’m sure there were promises made that shall never be spoken of again.
If you need a pick me up, Pinterest has it. If you need some inspiration, Pinterest has it. If you need some motivation, Pinterest has it. If you need a good laugh… Pinterest has it.
If you need an invite, let me know in the comments. You’ll thank me later. Much later. You know, like when you come up for food.
I’m willing to bet that Carrie Bradshaw only had to write one column a week. Plus she had a job, so she didn’t have to look for one. And she didn’t have kids who walk in the door right after school and announce they have a project due tomorrow and there is a shopping list a mile long of things they need to complete said project. Of course she lived in NYC so shopping wasn’t necessarily a 30 mile drive to an over crowded store that almost guaranteed you wouldn’t make it home in time to get the other child to the school for practice before tonight’s basketball games.
And so, since I am clearly *not* living the carefree life of Carrie Bradshaw, the two posts I have in the works will just have to sit in my drafts folder another day because I’ve been put on notice, if I bring my laptop to the basketball games I will summarily be disowned if she didn’t need me to drive her everywhere and cook and buy stuff.
