Inevitable I’ve been pulled into yet another something to
keep me from working: Pinterest. It started as innocently as anything else,
with a mentioning here and there on all the social sites. Then the blogs I read (here's one of my favorites) started raveling about it, and eventually I was invited. Next thing I know, I’ve
spent the better half of an hour one morning (which is precious time for me) ignoring
housework, kids and most importantly my translation, going through this one lady’s amazingly creative photographs that show how beautifully she has transformed, organized anddecorated her house. Then, looking around my own house, I became depressed, and
felt like an underachiever. First of all we don’t even own our house, and we
don’t own most of the furniture in our apartment, and second of all, since we
are not planning on staying here for very long and can’t really take anything
with us when we move, we don’t buy anything unless it’s absolutely necessary. I
would love to organize the boys’ toys with buckets and shelves, and install
benches and desks with chairs in their room so that they could have a good
place to do projects and play, but it would cost a lot of money, and in a year
or two, we would have to give it up.
In the afternoon, I took the boys to the stationary shop
because we needed more pencils, and when we were getting ready to leave, I spotted
some cute little photo-frames in packages of three, on sale for $3. I threw
them in with the rest of our stuff.
So here it is, my hasty, half-assed attempt to fit in and
feel a little less like a person who has nothing material to show for anything. Not very warm, inviting or classy, I know, but I score some points for effort, right?
Let me know if you need an invitation to Pinterest!
I think those frames are cute.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm not a decorator at all so you might now want to take my word on that.
Sometimes I feel guilty about it—like it's a trait I should want but don't. For example: when all my friends are posting pictures of their cute nurseries while my girls' wall is plastered with home-drawn pictures and none of their furniture matches...but then I realize that deep down inside I DON'T CARE and that's why I don't do anything about it. And I think that's okay. I just like doing other things more.
I'll never have a magazine house—my girls will never have matching coverlets and I'll probably never make a throw pillow. But that's never something I've wanted so I don't think I should feel guilty about that.
Andrew says that's okay.
And I give you an A for effort (and because I'm simply happy to know I'm not the only one out there like this). :)