In the beginning, I dismissed it as just another fad. Like Twylah. And Klout. I mean, really! If I kept up with every new app out there, I would never have time to actually use
them, I'd be plenty busy just downloading
Then I started seeing it everywhere. Pin-it me this, pin-it me that...who's afraid of the big, black cat?
Still dismissive, I thought "fools!" (translation= "showoffs!"). You have to admit that it takes a certain amount of unapologetic narcissism to announce
your favorite things (hello Oprah)(at least she
had the decency to give them out to people)(not that it's that big of a deal for her, she
got them for free)(and she got to do a whole show
about it, which racked up the millions -- sweet deal for her,
never mind the audience).
Where was I? Ah yes, Pinterest.
Let's face it, I thought, Adobe does a fine job of printing to pdf anything on the nets worthy of saving. Plus, it has the added benefit of letting me scan things from printed material, you know, the hands-on informative stuff that was all the rage back when the internet was a glimmer in Al Gore's eyes. I clip stuff, I'm not gonna deny it. That's how I first stumbled on Michelle, my latest purse (yes I name them, stop judging. oh yeah? you name weirder things too, yes. you. do!)
It was love at first, second, third, and umpteenth sight.
|Longchamp, Balzane bag in red |
Not that there was a weensy bit of a chance that I forget what
it looked like, but having a picture made the wait to buy it even more deliciously excruciating, and the purchase much more efficient (I showed the pdf to the French salespeople and they knew exactly where to direct me, oui oui!).
I have folders, lots of digital folders organized inside a big folder called My Stuff.
, to Movies
, to Books,
, Arts and Crafts
and the odd unusual pictures, I have it all covered: At the tip of my fingers are all the things that I wouldn't want my early Alzheimer's to destroy. Of course I also have a few of these beauties:
|Drawn by my niece when she visited my office, back in the day|
The only thing that my folders don't have is the visual/graphic beauty of a nifty Pinterest layout. And also the fact that they are available for all to see. Need validation much? Why yes I do, apparently.
SO I CAVED. And I went to Pinterest to register me an account. EXCEPT, instead of the usual registration page, I was routed to a page that informed me that though I am very important to them, I can only be promised to be put on a WAITING LIST. Wait? WHAT! Pinterest doesn't want ME? Just when I was finally wanting IT? Story of my life....
Of course now I want it even more (or maybe that was the idea all along -- clever marketing, that's for sure).
I even have a few ideas ready about what kind of categories I would create (purses being the top of my list, of course, hello?).
They better hurry and give me the account before the Alzheimer kicks in ...
What about you? How do you feel about Pinterest? If you have it, how long did you have to wait for yours? What kinda categories do you have in it? Com'on people, I have to live vicariously through you, throw me that bone!
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Since posting this, thanks to the swift rescue of Victorias_View,
I received and accepted an invitation to join Pinterest. Check mine out here.