Now that I spend a lot of time sitting around doing nothing except providing my newborn daughter nutrition, comfort and maternal bonding, it’s nice to have something to do with my hands. I call it iNursing. (Thank you, Steve Jobs.)
But there are only so many times you can refresh Facebook within a given minute before you start to look bored. You might find yourself trying to telepathically urge your dearest friends to increase their social media presence: “Post something. Post now. Post something please. PLEASE.”
And you eventually realize your friends have jobs and families and other pursuits that preclude them serving as entertainment while you’re stuck on the couch for
an hour twenty minutes forty-five minutes no thirty-minutes how ever long your baby chooses to keep you occupied.
Cue my new distraction.
So now I’m on Pinterest. Don’t ask me to try to explain it.
Okay, I’ll try.
Pinterest is sort of a virtual bulletin board for all the different things you’re interested in. Home decor, fashion, books, crafts and DIY, architecture, art, recipes, snarky humor — my personal favorite. It’s all up there, along with just about everything else. You create your own boards and follow your friends’ and/or strangers’ pins.
It is probably the best time suck on the internet to date. And I mean that in a good way. It’s a black hole. If I didn’t have three young children, I would sign on to Pinterest and stagger back into public view hungry and bleary-eyed about three days later. Maybe.
If you care to follow my boards, use the handy-dandy link in the right sidebar. (Disclosure: My boards are a mess, but it seems backward to reorganize my virtual house when the real one is still a disaster. Priorities.)
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