God Grant Me The Serenity of My Garden

Hello. My name is Sharon and I’m a Pinterest addict.

There. I’ve said it.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with Pinterest here are a couple of definitions:

Noun. pinterest [pin-ter-est]      Verb. pin, pinning, pinned

1. A virtual pinboard.

2. An inspiration board comprised of collections of favourite inspiration in the form of photos and imagery.

3. A place to waste a lot of time.

I’m not sure how it happened. All I can remember is someone sent me an online invitation and I (politely) joined. Wow, this must be quite an elite group (only 48.7 million users) because then I had to wait and see if I was accepted! 

It started out slowly with me just casually browsing the website and thinking how cute and so easy some of the DIY (Do It Yourself) projects seemed.

The boards are simple clean spaces with really cool pictures of crafts, decorating ideas and garden inspirations.. There are tutorials on how to recycle toilet paper rolls to fit any décor or how to upcycle mason jars into lamps that would look great anywhere. Or you can find health tips and just plain old cycling – if you’re into fitness that is. New simple menus and modern updates on your Grandmother’s secret traditional recipes. .

I know. It sounded useless and harmless to me too.

Then I pinned and fell into this black hole.

Now, I’m not naturally artsy crafty but I am resourceful enough if I see something I like I can usually figure out a way to git-r-done . . . or I ask The Cowboy.

So just to let you know that I have proudly taken the first step and admitted I was powerless over Pinterest.

Another glass flower – proving that I am not in the full ‘bloom’ of denial.

Now watch as these yard sale items magically, with some silicone, turn into a wonderful garden display.

The most expensive piece is the little jam jar, top center, which was $1.00. The plates were 25 cents and the other pieces about 50 cents each.

A $2.00 solar light was added later to the jam jar on top bringing the total to $6.00.

Then these mushrooms started sprouting up and spreading everywhere.

Much like my life, they’ve  become unmanageable.

I’m afraid this addiction is contagious and has spread throughout the whole family. This is our daughter, Shy’s creation. She is much more imaginable than I am.

The next one is still a work in progress but we are enjoying it even at this stage.

For those of you who haven’t jumped on the Pinterest bandwagon, it’s not too late. Trust me, you will never look at a Mason Jar the same way again.