For you to understand how much I love Pinterest, I need to tell you a little story.
Instead of heading out to our local park with a book-addled Kobo and a bottle of bubbles with the MrMr this past bank holiday weekend, we braved our local car boot sale. There we stood beneath the blissful sun, sandwiched between a teenager selling baby clothes from a suitcase and another shifting designer jeans for a fiver. We sold hundreds of books (this is not an overstatement), magazines and bagfuls of other tat we weren’t using, but which we (OK, I) had hoarded over a lifetime of not wanting to let anything go.
Stuff conjures memories. Things are bits and pieces I might use someday. Boxes piled to the study’s ceiling and stacked to allow only minimal access to our front door represent stress, bickering and, let’s face it, a fire hazard. Something had be done and a Sunday had to be sacrificed.
We made enough cash for a nice Indian meal (including two pints of Kingfisher beer) and enough space in our hallway to walk in and out of our home like normal human-type people. This is small-fry compared with the effect on our collective psyche. A lightness of spirit has descended upon our starter flat.
The thing is, when we moved last year, I’d already gotten rid of so much stuff. Hundreds of magazines went to a good home. Clothes were donated. And still, there’s so much more to do. On a positive note, I haven’t been adding (much) to my grand collection. There are a few reasons for this.
In no particular order, the first is my Kobo. I was a late adopter when it came to e-readers, but I’m now a willing and able convert. With the amount I travel, the stack of books I once carted back and forth were creating a mammoth carbon footprint all by themselves. Now I can take a whole library and keep track of everything with Goodreads – another recent discovery.
I get a little philosophical when it comes to my second reason. I’m trying to simplify my life and all our (OK, my) stuff wasn’t making us any happier. Actually, in some instances, it was having the opposite effect. I’m not saying it’s easy to purge – and I sometimes wish someone would come over and chuck out everything sight unseen – but I’m learning.
And, yes, you guessed it. Pinterest is my third lifeline. I’m a magpie in need of constant inspiration for both my personal and professional life. No longer do I buy dozens of magazines and coffee table books every month. This is not great news for the publishing industry (sorry, guys), but it does save me from myself (and any chance of appearing on Britain’s Silliest Hoarders IV). With Pinterest I can keep everything in virtual order. If you take a look at my boards, you’ll see I’ve lots of eclectic interests – from…erm…Boys With Beards to a place to store all my Foodie Fridays photos.
My favourite board at the moment is Style Inspiration. Not only do I use the photos I’ve filed here to think about ways of working my wardrobe differently, it’s also become crucial to a new project I’ve recently launched with my friend and business partner Steve Wheen. Fashion Forecast: London couples the weather in the UK’s capital with what we’d like to wear each day. When I’m putting the daily posts together this board is indispensable. Check out the site to see what I mean.
Here are my recent favourite pictures from my Style Inspiration board.
Right, I think I’ve rambled on long enough. It’s time to Pin It Forward. Ahoy, Victoria Archer from Feathers And Frills, you’re up! I was lucky enough to meet Victoria last year at a bloggers event. I love her style – and her Pinterest boards – and I’m sure you will too.