I'm not one to get intimidated easily.
But you get a domestic goddess in front of me, and I start to sweat.
And my inferiority.
Which is my fault, because as Eleanor Roosevelt said, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
But there it was... pictures and pictures of domestic genius.
Handmade soaps. Dainty pillows - monogrammed by hand, no doubt. Perfectly hung pictures. Symmetrical furniture decor.
All I wanted were some ideas for H's upcoming birthday party.
And instead I started feeling like I wasn't up to par as a mom, wife, homemaker in general.
I got what I wanted, and I hope to pull it off - albeit not as grand of scale - with H's first birthday party next weekend.
However... the real thorn in my side (as I was telling Mrs. Shepherd earlier this evening)... where are y'all finding the time in the day to rule your domestic goddess self?
I don't know about you, but I only get 24 hours a day.
Is there some secret wrinkle in time/wormhole/no sleep pill that you're taking to make these fabulous Pinterest masterpieces?
Because if so, you're in the Penalty Box for not sharing.
PS - Ahhh... an understanding soul also wrote about the Pinterest Paranoia Complex this week. Check her out - she's much more eloquent that me.