Lost in Wonderland (or Wasting Time on Pinterest)

I was not an early convert to Pinterest. Even when a friend helped me set it up, I dragged my feet. Messing around with it might be fun, but there were so many other things I needed to do. However, when we moved to a new house, I began to see why people like the app.

At first it was strictly business—a shopping tool and resource for household tips. Our new house needed shower curtains, porch furniture, light fixtures, and a stool for the kitchen counter. The app became a good place to save photos and links for furnishings that I wanted to show to my husband.

Next, I searched for advice on nontoxic ways to clean the shower. I was immediately bombarded with pins for shower cleaning tips along with photos of gross toilets that needed an intervention. I wanted to say, “Wait, no need! I’ve already know what to do about the shower, and God help me if my toilet ever looks like that!” But like most online apps, it’s programmed to show you more of whatever you searched for in the past.

The real magic happened when I followed a few friends. They like such cool stuff—who knew it even existed? ceramic sculptureI’d never have found such amazing ceramic sculptures or incredible fiber art if I hadn’t started following a sculptor friend and seeing her pins. That led to people across the world pinning my pins. Amazing.fiberart

My friends’ pins also led me to explore in a more playful way—not searching, just wandering in playland. That’s how I learned more about jadeite glass and how to grow fragrant lemon seedlings from lemon seeds . . . in case I ever want to.

Now Pinterest is my first stop for recipes, crafts, and garden ideas. I’m not a clever person who thinks up how to make Santa hat appetizers from strawberries and banana slices, but now I can impress my friends with that trick if I ever need to.

Messing around in the quilting and sewing pins gave me a zillion ideas for projects. And I never would have seen antique sewing scissors and sewing kits without Pinterest. antique sewing kit

This year, when I started planning my flowerpots for the patio, I turned to Pinterest for inspiration.flowerpot

What I’ve discovered is that at worst, Pinterest is harmless, but addicting, fun. I can collect eye candy and daydream (without obligation) about cool projects I might do. At best, it’s a good resource for inspiration.

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9 responses to “Lost in Wonderland (or Wasting Time on Pinterest)”

  1. GlowinLight Avatar

    I am on pinterest everyday
    I love the adventure I take myself on.
    Always a positive experience
    Free time no worries

  2. Pam Avatar

    I love Pinterest. It’s a fountain of ideas for jewelry designs, home remedies, and travel plans. I can spend an hour cruising before I know it. I like to see what others I know are pinning, especially if they’re friends. Pinterest has saved me time & money, too…well, let’s say that the time part is a draw.

    1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

      You got me started!

  3. bbachel Avatar

    I am still a Pinterest neophyte. Have only pinned a few hairstyles that I think I might like. But do hope to get more into it one of these days…so many fun things to try and be inspired by.

    1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

      As writers, there are so many kinds of social media we’re encouraged to use. But Pinterest can just be play.

  4. Eliza Waters Avatar

    I don’t even dare go there! But you make it sound intriguing…

    1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

      A person definitely can spend/waste time on Pinterest. But it can be a visual treat.

      1. Eliza Waters Avatar

        I know, that’s what I’m afraid of! ;-D

  5. Ellen Shriner Avatar

    Thought I’d spell it right this time … sigh

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