|Gratuitous pic of satsumas; does not count as one of your 5 a day|
But not page 3. Don't worry, I haven't got my satsumas out - they only come out at Christmas (as long as the central heating is on).
No, my latest obsession is Pinterest.
It's basically sticking pics in an on-line scrapbook and the way I do it, an utterly mindless activity, so of course I love it, sooooo relaxing.
I sit "pinning" fashion pics like a demented zombie, happy as a clam, while all around me things go horribly wrong - the other night, for example, Boy 1 decided to venture upon his maiden voyage around a tin of peaches with the can opener. Result: sudden tsunami of peach syrup due to unfortunate pressure on lid....Grandma Whacker who came into the kitchen to investigate is then stuck to the floor; strangely, the spilt juice had the opposite effect on Boy 2 who managed to skid into the fridge door.... and as the bodies piled up, I carried on regardless, with a happy smile, pinning and writing earth shattering captions like "brown and black"*. Vogue really need me, they so do....
Apart from an escape from
|Seersuckers and Saddles - isn't she just the cutest?|
|Happily Grey - those jeans are polka dot AND velvet, adorables dahlings!|
You can check out my Pinterest here, it might help if you are having trouble sleeping!!
However, I have noticed a few unwelcome developments due to my Pinterest phase:
First, though I started well, behaving myself and writing perky little captions as to why I liked a particular outfit or notes to remind me to try certain combinations, soon the REAL ME started creeping in and being a bit sarky - about an all cream outfit I found myself writing, "Keep away from boys encrusted in Nutella"; to a doubled up shirt combo I appended: "2 shirts to increase the ironing." It is only a matter of time before I start up with "knickers a good idea with micro mini" or " avoid bobble hat with stripey top unless you want to channel "Where's Wally"."
|From the Where's Wally books|
|From popcornnews.ru; not a good outfit for jam making|
Secondly, all these images have completely scrambled my brain and any personal style I ever had is shot; I am currently wearing 2 shirts (one gingham, one denim), 3 pearl necklaces, spotty trousers, a stripey sailor top, a denim waistcoat, a combat jacket, one brown boot, one Converse All Star and a woolly leopard hat....I am scaring not only my children but myself (when I pass a mirror) and with Guy Fawkes night coming up...
Third, I couldn't resist putting all the crazed bushbaby outfits on my Pinpinthing, so removing any remaining doubt as to my sanity.
And worst of all, I have come to the totally predictable and deeply depressing conclusion that if you are young and beautiful, with amazing hair and glowing skin and endless legs, you will look fab in most things, whereas, if you are Mrs Blighty, almost 50, no matter what sartorial trickery you pull, you will still look 50, tired and worn and a bit frayed round the edges.....and adding polka dots and leopard print will just make you look tired, worn etc and slightly deranged... but what the heck, I'm doing it anyway!
So watch out for my next Pinterest caption which will probably read, " Yeah, whatever, you're beautiful and blonde, with great skin, you look fab in dirty denim with tattered jeans and a baseball hat, I would just look like a homeless person.." At which point I will probably be barred from Pinterest on the grounds that bitter and twisted has no place there...
|See what I mean? Young and beautiful...|
From The Sartorialist
*actually, in one caption I went with "black with brown" which of course is completely different.