This morning was the first time in many, many moons that I had the crafty bug. I don’t know what happened to me in the past several months, but g’lawd, being creative just wasn’t happening. Actually, no. I do know what happened. Pinterest happened. I blame Pinterest for all my crafty sadnesses. Everyone can do everything nowadays and there just aren’t many original ideas left. It kind of bums me out, to be honest. It’s like, really? What’s the point of doing tutorials when 800 other bloggers are doing the same thing, but better, and with prettier hair and red lipstick while posing next to a brick wall with graffiti on it? Womp womp, single tear, playing world’s saddest song on world’s smallest violin.
I’m over the expectations Pinterest puts on us, though, I really am. I want to punch them all in the throat. Not the people doing the awesome things, necessarily, just the awesome things. And the awesome photos of the awesome things. And the awesome lighting and awesome angles in the awesome photos of the awesome things. On that note, how is everyone such a great photographer all of a sudden?? Was there a class I missed? And how does everyone have perfect sparkle nails?? I want perfect sparkle nails. And confession: I can’t actually do a fishtail braid. I practice a lot, too. This is upsetting to me. I also can’t sew myself a dress in 10 minutes or sew at all. I cry when I try. This post is getting out of hand.
(Back to my point…)
But you know what? Pinterest can suck a monkey’s nut. Sorry I just said that, Grandma, but it can. I just made 8,000 more useless felt flowers, hair bows my kid doesn’t need, and ANOTHER yarn wreath 3 years after it was the cool thing to do. Because I can. It doesn’t have to be new or super orig… I just have to stop pouting and keep on making stuff. I have a glue gun and an order to squeeze the trigger at will.
That just sounded like a speech. Was that a speech? Can you tell I’m PMS’ing a little? Send the Midol and some Meg Ryan movies.