THE MONSTER.

Imagine this: Footsteps creaking in the hall behind you, pitch darkness, a hand slowly curling around your shoulder. You scream, but no one hears. You kick, but your foot hits nothing. (Scared yet?) The monster takes you, grabs you, kidnaps you. And you're gone.

You might be wondering why I've told this short, yet chillingly frightening tale..It's a metaphor. This weekend, I was once again taken prisoner by the Craft Creature, the DIY Demon, the Baking-Ideas Boogie Man, some even call him He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named..Actually, I might be mixing him up for someone else.. Anyways, if you haven't caught my drift, I was attacked, mugged, and held for ransom by none other than the Pinterest Monster. (I would have used alliteration, but I couldn't think of a good enough P-word) Hold your gasps and shrieks until the end of the post, if you will. You heard me right.

Now, there have been earlier interactions that I've had with this monster, but it wasn't until this weekend that he really made his move. He would lure me in, get me going on one craft, and then disappear from my life for a while. But he always came back, more charming and attractive each time. That's where I started to realize he was a monster. But I couldn't resist. I felt like Bella in the clutches of Edward. Knowing he was dangerous, knowing he was a monster, yet not being able to leave out of pure love.

Yes, I said it: love. I love Pinterest. Judge me how you please. This weekend was enough to prove it to me. I'm in love with a monster.

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Pinterest was a monster. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't know how dominant that part may be - that thirsted for my social life. And third, I was unconditionally, irrevocably in love with him.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS CRAFT. I think he has me hypnotized. If I don't answer your calls or texts anytime soon, I'm with Pinterest...and if you don't see me for a few weeks, I would go around and collect a ransom. Pinterest demands cash. Or your social life. He also accepts VISA and Mastercard.


DISCLAIMER: No Twilight characters were actually present or liked in the writing of this blog post. Also, I am not actually kidnapped. Do not call police or FBI.