The Vortex

I have finally joined the millions of others and given into the great time wasting vortex known as Pintrest. I waste so many hours of my day looking at that blasted sight, it is not even funny.

The problem with Pintrest is that so much that is posted on there is crafty or creative stuff. Remember, I am the person that calls arts and crafts, arts and craps. I have absolutely no artistic or creative talent in my body.

Unfortunately, because of Pintrest, I got inspired to tap into my creativeish side.

The last time I did something creative I attempted to redo a piece of furniture and ended up burning some skin off, painting the piece a hideous color, spent way too much money fixing my many mistakes, and I had paint in my hair for nearly 2 weeks. I ended up giving the piece to a friend who redid it and it is now beautiful.

Yesterday I saw this on Pintrest in the morning.

This cake is beautiful and I wanted to recreate it. I went to the store, bought what I needed to make the cake, from scratch and started it about 6:00. I finished around 10:00.

My version, which was doomed from the start ended up being a square brick that did not taste good.

The measurements were listed in the metric system, and with my 5th grade math skills, those conversions were somewhat difficult, and probably incorrect.

The cake ended up being square because I had to cut it from the circular pan because it was thin and burned. The icing was overly sweet, and I got frustrated with the sprinkles so I dumped the canister on the top. The icing looks like it was applied by a blind five year old. The cake was dry and not moist. It was not good. I was so frustrated by the end of the night that I text my friend who is a chef and asked for some help. Well, my actual words were "This cake is being a little whore, any tips?" I then had to stare at my unappetising cake, and my disastrous kitchen. A had sugar EVERYWHERE, including my already dirty hair and I filled up the dishwasher with dishes I used just from making the blasted cake.

I kept telling P that I should never have hopes and dreams because they always turn out to be massive failures. I stated that I was going to stop trying to be better and just settle for who and what I am now. (I am pretty dramatic and sarcastic in the face of failure.) He gave me a deadpan stare and I am pretty sure he wanted to tell me to shut up. When he asked me what I could learn from the experience I told him that I learned to never try for things.

The cake now resides in the trashcans along with all my other creative hopes and dreams. (Again, sarcasm)

Do you Pintrest?