Pinterest

Pinterest is my latest obsession. It's very arty and crafty and satisfies my need to engage with that medium. I'm also interested in the effectiveness of driving traffic to websites. It's surprising.


As an example... I pinned a dress I was thinking of purchasing to wear to a wedding. I had checked inventory and even put it into my cart but didn't complete the buying process. You know... I might find a dress I liked better.


By the next evening, I was over the looking and went back to press the buy button. To my surprise, the dress was now sold out in my size. Coincidence? Maybe... 


So I did it again. And the results were the same. So I did it again... And the results were the same!!


What great free advertising for retailers!


When first using Pinterest, I was at disturbed by the fact that I could not upload my own photos, comments, etc. Legalities aside, I now see the logic and beauty of it.


Now I need to figure out how to use it.

Grandkid

I wasn't thrilled to become a grandmother. I loved that my daughter was expecting her first child and excited for her and my son in law. But... It was a reminder that I am aging. That sucks. I've reached the stage of wisdom (hopefully) and while that part is great, my youth and beauty is beginning to fade. That also sucks. They say we become more beautiful as we age... That's a lie. Spiritually, maybe but physically... Not so much.

So the point I guess is that while it's the natural progression of life, I am reluctant to let go of my youth. In my head I'm still the hot young girl who turns heads when I walk into a room. It's too bad that reality belies this.

So I'm a grandmother - maiden, mother, croan. I'll get used to it, even accept and revel in it. I do adore my grandson. But right now... Sucks to be me.

Two fold

I talk to clients all the time about blogs. We discuss the advantages and disadvantages. Mainly I warn them about the commitment. So here I am trying to commit. Today, for the second month In a row I read an editors note in a major magazine. Four paragraphs... Of drivel... so I figure even I can write drivel. With a better vocabulary.