Pinterest :: Love It or Hate It?

Have you heard of Pinterest? It’s a virtual bulletin board, where you can pin up all the pretty, funny, inspiring and crafty things you find on the internet. And, as with everything these days, it’s a social network – so you can check out other people’s boards, of course!

Fun, right? After all, I had an enormous bulletin board in my bedroom growing up (and it was only when my parents moved – while I was in college – that my dad learned that I had actually screwed it into the wall). And one of the things I miss about going to work in an office is having cubicle walls to display the things that make me happy.

But the problem with Pinterest is that it is so addicting. I was sick last night (you’re welcome for not elaborating on this point, much as I want to), so I asked my mom to watch Annalyn today. I lounged and relaxed and recuperated – and spent three hours off and on (off and on!) sifting through crafty projects, delicious dishes, beautiful landscapes and other things THAT I WANT.

So not only is Pinterest crazy addicting, but it also creates a deep discontent that I haven’t faced since my early blogging days. Every craft project seems just out of my mid-level scrapbooker’s reach, and every recipe appears just a tad too difficult for this average cook. And the landscapes? Surely I’ll never make it there in real life.

As you can see, Pinterest is an issue. Okay, so maybe I just HAVE issues. Either way, I should simply walk away. Right? Just close out and walk away.

*sigh*

If only I could.

Did I mention that Pinterest makes you create boards according to categories? For example, I have a craft board, a recipe board, a places board and more. Basically, it feeds my need to put things in neat little boxes and slap a label on them.

Even better if I can dredge up some funny and label them things like “I Want to Eat That Now” and “I Want to Go to There.”

Pinterest, what are you doing to me? As if blogging, Facebook, Twitter, StumbleUpon and Delicious weren’t enough. Now I’ve got to add pinning to my writing, sharing, posting, stumbling and tagging!

Clearly, I have a love/hate relationship with Pinterest. What about you? Do you pin?

This post will be linked to Things I Love Thursday at The Diaper Diaries. Because sometimes I love Pinterest. (And nobody – that I know of – has a “Things I Hate but Occasionally Love” carnival.)

Things I Love Thursday: S’mores

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I love s’mores. Well, to be honest, I love things that are s’mores-flavored. And I do enjoy mixing Golden Grahams (or Teddy Grahams) with chocolate chips and mini marshmallows. Actual s’mores are just really messy. And I’m not a big fan of messy foods. But s’mores-flavored (non-messy) foods? My favorite.

In past posts, I’ve written about s’mores brownies (amazing!) and crispy s’mores bars. This summer, though, I’m kicking it up a notch. (Or should I say I’m kicking it up s’more . . .? No? Okay. Fine. Whatever.)

Last night, I had a s’mores bar showdown that I’ll post about next week. And over the coming months, you can expect s’mores-flavored cupcakes, cookies and more. Yum!

Do you like s’mores? Or other messy food? And how do you feel about my upcoming s’mores bar showdown?

This post will be linked to Things I Love Thursday at Diaper Diaries.

The Saga of the Slippers

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All the women in my family sew. Sewing machines are treasured gifts and trips to JoAnn Fabric are on the regular errand rotation. My Granny sewed for a living, well before it was cool to be a crafty entrepreneur. My mom makes beautiful, functional curtains, slipcovers and pillowcases several times a year. (She likes to redecorate, clearly.) My Nana has an embroidery business, and my cousins were such accomplished seamstresses as teens that they made their own prom dresses.

But me? I hate sewing.

It’s not that it’s hard. (Although, it kind of is.) It’s that cutting out a pattern brings out the worst perfectionism in me. That tissue-like pattern paper is so darned difficult to cut, even with the sharpest scissors and especially if you’re not what one would call “proficient” with scissors.

Yes, I graduated from kindergarten, thank you for asking. But my scissor skills may not have advanced much since then.

As the only non-sewer in my family, I’ve always felt like a bit of a domestic failure. My mom dutifully taught me to thread a machine, hem pants, sew on buttons and embroider lovely samplers. But you can’t teach love. And love it I do not.

I remember one summer, my mom thought that perhaps I’d learn better from my aunt. So Nana helped me make a pair of boxer shorts. They were made of black and white cow print cotton, though I’m not sure WHY I picked that particular fabric. And I loved those shorts. In hindsight, they were hideous (I mean, come on. Who really needs cow print on their backside?) But I was so proud of those shorts I’d made myself.

Not that I turned into a sewing machine (yes, pun [sadly] intended) after that. I don’t own a sewing machine, and while I have a sewing kit, I only get it out to sew buttons back on their shirts or jackets.

And, actually, my jacket has had a loose button for more than a year – and I still haven’t gotten around to fixing it. I really don’t enjoy sewing.

I tell you all this so you will understand just how desperate I was feeling when I said last week, “I think I might have to learn how to knit.”

Wha? Me? Knit? No, I don’t think so. But yeah, that’s what I said. The reason? Slippers.

For as long as I can remember (and, I’m certain, well before that), my grandma has been making knitted slippers for everyone in our (constantly expanding) family. They aren’t pretty. And because you get what you get and don’t throw a fit, sometimes the colors are the last ones you’d pick. But they are warm. And comfortable. And what your feet need in the winter.

Sadly, Grandma is getting older and over the past few years, she’s decided to stop making slippers. I hadn’t gotten too worked up about this, because even after my (Christmas-themed red and green) slippers wore out, I had Mark’s that I could wear. They were a little too big, but they still worked pretty well.

Until last week. I put on his my slippers and walked out to the garage. Immediately, I hopped onto one foot. Why was my right foot so cold? Had I stepped in water?

No. The bottom of my right slipper was completely torn open. It was busted. Just like Jimmy Buffet’s flip flop in Margaritaville. (I blew out my flip flop / Stepped on a pop top / Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. I don’t know why these things pop into my head. But they sure do.)

My first reaction – I have to learn how to knit. – was replaced by reason. I quickly moved onto this thought: How can I convince my cousin Jenny to learn to knit? And then, doubt creeped in: Are they knitted? Or crocheted? What is the difference, and why can I not remember this? Finally, I remembered Etsy, the home of everything handmade and homemade. And so began my search.

Many, many pages appeared when I searched for “knitted slippers.” But after clicking and scrolling and clicking some more, only one shop had the answer. But one shop is all it takes! And charliebear saved the slipper day. This family of crafters makes slippers exactly like my Grandma’s – and charges less than $10 for them! It was a slipper miracle.

slippers by grandma

Today, I received my new slippers in the mail. Just a few days after all my moaning, groaning and general gnashing of teeth, my feet are toasty warm again.

Do I wish I had the sewing gene that seems to have skipped me? Do I wish I had more patience and less perfectionism, not to mention a basic mastery of cutting with scissors? Do I wish my Grandma could still make slippers for me? Absolutely. But since none of those things are likely to happen, I’m incredibly happy to have found someone else who makes slippers.

And I am beyond thrilled to NOT have to learn to knit!

Do YOU like to sew? Or knit? Or embroider? Or hem pants?

This post will be linked to Things I Love Thursday at The Diaper Diaries. Image of sewing machine by House of Sims.

Who made you king of anything?

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Have you heard “King of Anything” by Sara Bareilles? I love, love, LOVE it. Of course, as a pianist with a mid-range voice (not too high, not too low), I’m a big fan of pianists with mid-range voices. And – you guessed it – Sara Bareilles fits that description.

But it’s more than that.

King of Anything is upbeat and catchy, but it actually takes a while to masterfully sing along, thanks to some unexpected syncopation. I love that.

And even though the notes are bouncy and happy-sounding, the lyrics definitely have an edge to them. That is the part I really love.

I don’t need to go into details, but I have lived this song and feel its every line, every hurt, every stand.

If you haven’t heard it, I hope you’ll check it out. Here are the lyrics (emphasis mine):

King of Anything by Sara Bareilles

Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by

You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see

You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.

That’s good stuff, right? Have you ever felt like this? And how clever is that video – especially the silverware turned piano keys? (And how cute is her outfit with the suspenders and tie? I totally wish I could pull off that look. Not that her outfit has anything to do with the song!)

What song is speaking to you right now?

This post will be linked to Things I Love Thursday at The Diaper Diaries, because – if I didn’t mention it – I love this song!

To All the Pops I’ve Loved Before

Dr. Pepperphoto © 2010 Ann W | more info (via: Wylio)

No, this is not a misplaced Father’s Day post. It’s actually both a confession and a celebration, all inspired by the 125th anniversary of Dr Pepper.

Some of you may be wondering, “What is this pop of which you speak?” Some of you, on the other hand, went to college with me, in the town located approximately midway between the soda-drinking St. Louis and the pop-swilling Kansas City.

And some of you, bless your hearts, may not understand why we don’t just simplify our lives and call the stuff “Coke.” Even when it’s technically a Sprite. (Or – gasp! The horror! – a Pepsi.)

But no matter what you call it, carbonated and (usually) caffeinated beverages have gotten a bad rap around my house, and it’s time for that to stop.

See, I used to be one of THOSE people. You know, the kind who say, oh-so-casually, “Well, it would never occur to me to buy a candy bar at the grocery store.” or “Oh, we never miss church. I mean, what would we DO on a Sunday morning?” Right. Only my version of this was, “I just don’t drink much pop/soda/Coke at all.”

Enter pregnancy. The only time I really shouldn’t have been partaking of the caffeine. And enter, also, the strongest craving for McDonald’s liquid crack Coke I’ve ever felt.

Don’t even get me started on the evil that is $1 large drinks at McDonald’s. Don’t even get me started.

Growing up, we only drank pop on special occasions and with certain foods. And even then, it was store brand cola – so I’m not certain that even counts. (Although it has to count more than the Diet Rite my Granny would drink. Because that stuff? Is not pop. Or soda.)

When I went to college, I quickly found that the soda fountains were on at all hours of the day – and I reacted appropriately. Or not so much, depending on how you feel about Mountain Dew for breakfast.

Thankfully, my pop preference didn’t last nearly as long as my addiction to scrambled eggs and hashbrowns for breakfast every single morning (thank you, dorm cafeteria, for a ridiculous Freshman THIRTY). And for several years, I’ve mainly stuck to water most all the time.

But as I’ve battled my new-found love of Coke since my pregnancy, I’ve realized that for all my “I don’t drink pop” proclamations, I have, in fact, enjoyed quite a few different sodas over the years. (Did you see how I did that? I used Coke, pop AND soda in one sentence! Yeah.)

Wall of cansphoto © 2008 Like_the_Grand_Canyon | more info (via: Wylio)

So, in honor of Dr Pepper (my husband’s beverage of choice), here are all the pops I’ve loved before:

1.Mountain Dew – What slumber party is complete without a two-liter of this sickeningly sweet drink?

2.Diet Mountain Dew – My efforts to lose weight began early, and I remember spending many summer nights with my friend Mindy, walking to the gas station and buying Diet Mountain Dew with my babysitting money. It doesn’t actually taste as bad as you might think.

3.Rootbeer – My love of rootbeer has nothing to do with an aversion to caffeine and everything to do with my family’s commitment to store-brand soda.

4.Orange pop – Crush, Sunkist and I think there’s another one. It doesn’t matter. They all taste like sugary sunshine in a bottle. And I love them all.

5.Pepsi – When I first started dating Mark, he drank a TON of Pepsi. His dad literally bought stock in the stuff because his family drank so much. And so, I started drinking it, too. (Of course.)

6.Coke – I don’t know what McDonald’s does to their Coke (although I strongly suspect extra syrup and less carbonation than normal), but it’s the best. And addictive.

photo © 2009 Marcin Wichary | more info (via: Wylio)

7.Cherry Coke – Now, I’m not talking about the kind you get in a can, although that will do in a pinch. No, I’m talking about the kind you get at a restaurant, bar or old-fashioned drugstore with the cherry and the grenadine. These days, I can only handle one or two, but oh my, they are good.

8.Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper – When I was growing up, my friend Mindy and I used to visit the drugstore “uptown,” and that’s where I was introduced to the treat that is adding vanilla to a drink. Years later, I was so excited for this diet version, complete with (fake) cherry and everything!

9.Coke Zero – In theory, this is a good thing. It tastes better than Diet Coke and isn’t as bad for you as Diet Coke or regular Coke. But tasting better doesn’t necessarily mean tasting good, and better for you doesn’t mean good for you. This was a short-lived interest.

10.Dr Pepper – And, finally, today’s guest of honor. As I mentioned, Mark loves Dr Pepper these days, and we always have at least a 12-pack on hand. Every once in a while, water doesn’t cut it (read: weekly date with Hulu and delivered pizza), so I’ll drink one as well. And I have to admit, it IS pretty good.

So, that’s a lot of pop, right? Or soda, if you’re so inclined. What do you like to drink?

This post will be linked to Top Ten Tuesday at OhAmanda and Things I Love Thursday at Diaper Diaries.

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