Sad Strawberry

Who doesn't love themselves some Pinterest? Totally the best way to kill a few hours some time and unleashing their inner Martha Stewart.

After discovering it last year, its been a fun source of inspiration.

Like for instance, I pinned this scrum-dilly-umptious a few weeks ago. I needed a dessert to serve at Bunco, and I was conjuring up us gal-pals laughing, rolling our dice, happily snacking on decadent strawberry whoopie pies. Tra-la-la-la.

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Delish looking, right?

Wrong.

And to think, I followed this recipe to the T. Pink crackers, pink hockey pucks, baby turds, whatever you want to call them, it was bad. Needless to say Wal-mart makes great cupcakes in a pinch.

Strawberry Whoopie Pies: Epic Fail

Unproductive...

Hey friends.

Good gravy, you guys weren't kidding!

Being the last person on the face of God's Earth to join Pinterest, I'm proud to say that I NOW have the hang of it.

 Shoo- wee, guys, I can already tell.

It's going to ruin my life my free time.

I mean, just look at what I found in the first 5 min. I signed on:

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A DIY Farmhouse Table

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Bahahah

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ANNND my personal fave..

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Last One's a Rotten Egg...

So now that I'm done with school, I've been dreaming of home projects again.

Paint decks, a rotary sander, old, thrifty finds. You get the drift.

But I need some ideas.

School has depleted all my superhuman creative juices.

So, I'm thinking about giving in to the latest bandwagon for some inspiration.



Yup, STILL haven't joined.

Shock. Gasp.

Like I might be the last female soul in America who hasn't.

I know about this Pinterest, the premise behind it, and the "gloriousness" of all things readily accessible.

So now what?

Do I just sign up?

Baby steps, you guys.

Just signing up might be my first project in awhile.