Hi, I’m Emily and I’m an addict


Pinterest is evil, like digital crack … and folks like me with champagne taste and malt liquor budgets, are especially vulnerable to its magnetic pull.

I’ve made 24 attempts at writing this column in the past three days. The pattern is always the same: get out of bed, turn on the computer, log in to Pinterest and lose myself in the site’s pictorial cycle of hope, inspiration, jealousy, desperation, despair and depression. I’m badly in need of an intervention.


Move over Facebook, Pinterest is the new cool kid in town. (I suspected FB was doomed once my ex-husband befriended me!) Pinterest is surging in popularity, with about 11 million visitors last month.  The tech world has gone gaga.

In case you’ve been living under a rock somewhere in the rain forest of South America, you might not be familiar with Pinterest. It is an utter and complete waste of time, but what a great way to waste it.

I had never heard of Pinterest until recently when I was innocently invited to become a member. Yes, you have to be invited to join which makes you feel very special when you get the green light to become a “pinner.” What that means is that you get to legally steal wonderful ideas and claim them as your own when you “repin” them to your very own bulletin board. People who like your pins become your “followers.” I now have 200 and picking up more every day. I’m thinking of starting my own country where I will be queen  AND prime minister.

I’m three days late getting my weekly column to my editors because I’ve been pinning since Sunday morning when I missed church, forgot lunch and repined until way past dark when my fingers grew numb from “pinning.”


There are 5 million things I NEED to be doing, and yet, I sit here, clapping in delight, squealing “cool!” and “Yum, I’ve got to make that malted milk ball cake for our tailgate this weekend.” Of course I’ll never make it to the store for the ingredients and end up picking up some barbeque at the Dooey – if I make it to the game at all. I’ll be sitting at my computer salivating over a walk-in closet the size of my entire house. As one columnist put it, Pinterest enables me to identify with the Stilton Gold style in place the Velveeta life I live.”

I begin each day scrolling down the various boards from “new products” to “books to read.” I get wonderful ideas for my home, garden and kitchen which I’ll never get around to actually “doing” because it so much easier to sit, scroll and drool onto the keyboard. I picked out my fall and winter wardrobe and didn’t even spend a nickel.

All this is from a girl who can barely make it out of the house with matching shoes each  morning and breakfast on my shirt.

I’ve learned how to make my own laundry detergent and change the transmission oil in my truck.  It’s just that I’ll never get around to doing it because I’m so busy pinning!!!

5 thoughts on “Hi, I’m Emily and I’m an addict

  1. Shannon, let’s form a support group. I don’t know how to stop this. I have done absolutely nothing today but cruise the boards. If I burned 50 calories I’d be surprised. I have quit my morning walks and can’t leave to go to the gym because I’m afraid I’ll miss the new hot pin so I can repin it first. This is insane!

    I am behind on my assignments for the magazine I work for, and I have no idea what my weekly newspaper column will be this week.. I’m a mess.

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