GFY, Pinterest

Growing up, I had a friend who was very particular about how she dressed. She was very detail oriented, was hyper-aware of appearances, and was generally perfect and pristine. I admired her style but often I had to fight an instinct to rub dirt on her.

I feel the same way about Pinterest. I love Pinterest as a tool for bookmarking and organizing ideas and inspiration (Lately I’ve been regularly pinning to my ‘sewing’ board, among others, as a way to keep track of the patterns I might like to make and the fabrics I come across online). But sometimes when I just log in to see what’s been pinned lately in general, I am bombarded with images of domestic bliss that pretty much no one could ever actually live up to, and my dirt-smearing instincts kick in. They are beautiful images, and they make me feel vengeful. You know, because beautiful things are supposed to make you angry, right?

Here are a few images I’ve wanted to metaphorically rub dirt on lately:

Because everyone has time to cut individual banana slices into the shape of flowers for breakfast.
Because everyone has time to cut individual banana slices into the shape of flowers for breakfast.
Elf donuts, “to leave out with cookies for Santa”. Because carefully frosting fucking Cheerios is a real nerve-balm at Christmas time.
Home-made popsicle memory cards. Someone actually wrote "so easy!" on this one. Like it wouldn't take you all day to make those so perfectly and your kid wouldn't have them wrecked within 5 seconds.
Home-made popsicle memory cards. Someone actually wrote “so easy!” on this one on Pinterest. Jerk. Like it wouldn’t take you four days to make those so perfectly and your kid wouldn’t have them wrecked within 5 seconds.

And if you, too, enjoy being cynical about Pinterest, make sure you check out the “Pinterest vs. Reality” board on which Pinterest fails are hilariously documented.

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