I spent my thirty minute tea time on Pinterest this morning. Which means I feel like I should travel more, workout more, buy a Frenchie now and get married again, but this time at a vineyard with a long flowing gown. For the most part, Pinterest is a catalyst for inadequacy, a waste of time,…
Live like you’re dying, but never take yourself too seriously. Well, which is it? I’ve read myself onto a long balance beam. I need to focus, be serious enough to watch my step and carefully plan my trip from one stop to another. I need to believe in myself, give myself credit, stop caring what…
This picture is the final piece. The laundry room is now in place and my Pinterest Life is all set and ready to go. I have great books and movies, some casual clothes for my every day treks through Paris and Rome, but most of the time I’ll be wearing gowns. Yes, that’s right all…
Pinterest is like cereal. It’s probably not good for me or the best use of my time, and it’s full of empty calories, but I don’t give a crap I’m eating the whole box. I love it. I told Michael it was a stress reliever, to which he said, “You must be really stressed.” Funny…