When we were kids, Ronnie and I were pinned to our garage door in Massapequa by a large Irish Setter. Big Red had one paw on my head and another on my brother's. Lucky for Baron, Sly, Ike and Mambo that I overcame such trauma! Moving along...
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| C'est Moi Party Dress by Gran |
Gran pinned dress components together before sewing them on her factory Singer, to lovingly create gorgeous frocks for me.
As I've often mentioned, Gran and I shared a room. She was very cool and didn't mind that I pinned pictures of Ricky Nelson, Johnny Mathis, the Everly Brothers and Elvis on the back of our bedroom door. Gran did, however, once comment that she felt stalked by rock-star peepers, as she dressed. Gotta luv Gran and her sense of humor.
Okay. Enough. Today's version:
Y'all have heard of Pinterest, by now. Yep. Scour the Internet and repost, or pin, someone else's photos to your site. Don't ask why I don't have an account, 'cause I just might get preachy for an hour or so. Not judging others, though, especially since a couple CMI recipes have made it to a random Pinterest page.
Y'all have heard of Pinterest, by now. Yep. Scour the Internet and repost, or pin, someone else's photos to your site. Don't ask why I don't have an account, 'cause I just might get preachy for an hour or so. Not judging others, though, especially since a couple CMI recipes have made it to a random Pinterest page.
Sure, flattery will get you everywhere, but not to worry. This hasn't gone to my head. After all, the collector's site has no fewer than 30,000 - thirty thousand - pinned pictures and ideas. Ahem…
That's a lot of browsing time, don't ya think? I'm buried in the shuffle, albeit pinned. Where's that pulpit?
"I've Been Pinned!" is dedicated to my wordy pal, Bernadette.
