Several weeks ago i checked out pinterest for the first time. for those of you NOT in the know, pinterest is a social/creative site where by people can share photos of cool ideas, clothing, art, recipes, and organization. i am a whore for organization. sometimes i even giggle when i have streamlined an area of my life.
i LOVE shoes. LOVE them. stubby hubs hunk asked me if i knew how many i had. i told him that i had “just enough”. he told me that i should count them. i responded that my shoes can not be numbered like chattel. they each have a personality. an occasion for which they were purchased. even the ill fitting shoe is dearly loved.
back to pinterest. this site feeds into my elevated sense of self. it’s a malady that sounds better than it is in actuality. not only do i often think i look better than i do in reality, i think that i am craftier than i really am. this fact has been ritualistic in many different disappointments in my life. i gather the necessities for a project only to realize after a few failed attempts that i am out of my depth. it is customary at this time that i call on stubs to finish the job. a fact that he is not always pleased about dependent on the size of the task.
WELL, i saw this on pinterest:
it’s got it all, organization, shoes…what else is there? i gathered my materials. i cut the pieces without problem. when it came time to nail the angled piece to the flat piece production came to a halt. i could visualize how the pieces needed to fit together, but could realize this vision in the realm of reality. AGAIN! i chucked the pieces and called stubs. YOU MUST FIX PLEASE STOP I AM BIG LOSER STOP PLEASE SAY YOU WILL STOP (for dramatic effect) OR I WILL USE THE HAMMER ON MYSELF….
when stubs came home he showed me how he would do it. AH HA! gimme that, imma do it myself. i did it y’all! i was crafty and i only cussed a little.