Pinterest has certainly tapped into to the zeitgeist. You can barely move for fear of being stabbed by a pin. Ouch.
Now I am a visual sort of a girl. Tell me a funny story about someone falling over for example and you can bet your life that I have created a technicolour film of the whole affair in my head, complete with sub-plots, supporting cast members and very possibly a sound track! Despite this, it has taken me a bit of time to really appreciate the beauty of those pins. Now, perhaps it is just the pin thing that scared me. After spending a terrifying two days on a corsetry course (incredibly ambitious considering I have only ever used a sewing machine once in my life and almost ended up in A&E) I have developed something of a phobia. That aside, I couldn’t really completely capture the point of it! Pinning all these pretty pictures that I liked was all well and good but what was the point? That was until we decided to move house. Suddenly there was a point. Pinterest is a giant online, singing, dancing and prancing mood board! It is a place to put all those things that you always end up spending 2 hours trying to find again. Genius!
I am a convert.
Here is how my little cottage is going to look (obviously add Javier Bardem in a very small pair of pants)…