It was like all of a sudden, my social media streams exploded with tales of bitches getting crafty with toilet rolls and hoes baking rainbow cakes.
And then you had me - Shaking my head, stifling a bitchy yawn and scratching my right bum cheek.
I didn't care about the sixty two ways you could repurpose that nasty old t-shirt, the idea of an online pinboard was rather boring and too homemakery for me.
Yes, as Holly Homemaker, I am aware of the irony there!
Just before I had Abi though, I'd run out of things to clean, sew and complain about and I found myself signing up. You know, just to see what the fuss was about.
In a nutshell, this is what happened that fateful afternoon;
Now, I'm goddamn hooked!
It's been an absolute godsend at 3am when the rest of the world is sleeping and Abi wants to talk to my boobs. No, I mean literally talk. Like she's saying good night and thanks for the mammaries after each feed. Yes, it's cute but not so much when your eyes are involuntarily snapping shut!
I do however, think Pinterest will make me fat. Though it has helped me manage to kick my Nutella habit ... By eating too much of it. Shudder. I should probably point out that the habit was thanks to Pinterest also. One hundred and fucking one things to do with Nutella yo!
Are you a psychotic pinner like yours truly?
Are we following each other?
PIN ALL THE THINGS! EXCITEMENT! EXCLAIMATION MARKS! WEEEEE!
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