I'm sick. I've been sick for several days, and I am never sick. Unless I get ahold of a bad oyster, or more likely, bad gin. But I am well and truly sick this time, and I don't like it. I don't like doctors either, which presents its own quandaries. Any hoo, I decided it was the better part of valor to stay home - to skip that meeting, to NOT finish cleaning out the garage, and to put off starting those tomato seeds. Again. Instead, I thought I'd try to work on something simple, like crocheting a dishcloth. Nothing overly involved, mind you, just your garden-variety dishcloth.
And after searching on Ravelry (love) and other yarn-manufacturer sites, I couldn't find what I wanted. (It's a dishcloth, you might say. Shut up, I might say). My friend, Mary, was on Pinterest the other day looking for some pattern or another, and I thought, hmmm. Maybe I'll just hop other there real quick and see if there's something dishcloth-y over there.
Now, I've heard of Pinterest. I see people's pins on Facebook. Not interested. I'm far too busy doing things like cooking and gardening and crocheting and canning and knitting to spend anytime sitting around looking at stuff on the internet. I am waaaaay too important, too capable to need the internet to drive my creativity. I am WOMAN! But nevertheless a woman who needed a catchy dishcloth pattern. Plus, the septic guy was here to pump the system out, so I was in a hurry. (Did you know methane gas actually EATS the concrete of your septic tank from the INSIDE? Turns out it does. This is not good news).
Hence, a brief search for a crochet dishcloth pattern on Pinterest. Which I logged onto for the first time at 3:38. It is 7:52, and I have only left my chair to get a glass of wine (2 times), make soup (1 time), and blow my nose (76 times). I have ended up in the weirdest places and the greatest places. I now have so many potential projects that the 21-day GYST Challenge may have to be changed to the 21-year GYST challenge. I will be 66 years old and riddled with Alzheimers, but my yard will be PERFECT.
The downside, however, is that it is, after all, the Internet. Anyone with software can post something somewhere that will at some point end up a search result on Pinterest. If it's kitchen cabinets and handy gardening tips, Pinterest is your place. It's amazing. If it's "homemade cold remedies", however, let me just tell you that a disturbing number of people have pinned a horrifying photo of a glass quart Mason jar that appears to be filled with garlic cloves, horseradish, apple cider vinegar (Hey, Manny), and the toes of baby snow leopards. You. Can. Not. Tell. Me. that people are actually making this shit. Not to mention drinking it. Really? Bonjour, indeed.