I like the pictures.
I do. I really do. I’m a visual learner, and being able to gorge myself on ideas is quite satisfying.
I typically troll the home décor section of ol’ Pinterest, seeing as how I have an old house that will never be done-ish. I’ve found Pinterest to be a good way to research period details of my house. This has made slogging past all the McMansion posts to be a worthwhile endeavor.
You know what really kills me? It’s the comments.
“Posting so I remember this when I have a house / baby / garden / bigger house / bigger baby / what-have-you!”
“Wish I’d done this.”
Ugh. It’s just all these women shoulding all over themselves. Like we aren’t good enough, with our right-enough homes and our just-fine interior design.
No. Instead, we have to shame ourselves by publicly posting to-do lists and reminders of our own perceived inadequacies.
Most of my pins have just 1-word descriptions – really insightful stuff like “Entryway” or “Kitchen.” Enough so that search can function. But I refuse to attach any kind of action or emotion to them. Because I am a crotchety old biddy who does not have the time to make freakish lists of impractical to-dos or OCD regrets.
And don’t even get me started on the grammar on Pinterest. Oh, sweet Jesus.