the original pinterest board


there was a time when my walls were splattered with spice girl posters, ck one adds, prepubescent jtt centerfolds, and polaroids of me and my girlfriends in abercrombie tees. the project was never complete, the wall matured as i did, men grew facial hair, musical groups played instruments, my girlfriends and i developed cleavage. with all of the pinning, instaing, facebooking my fingers have not grasped a magazine page and torn in years. there’s something about seeing an actual image in the flesh. electronic photos are dropped into the internet abyss. i can only hope to remember my passwords and key words to shuffle up these images of the past for my grandchildren. it would be devastating to think the only concrete legacy of my taste will be a cardboard box in my dad’s basement filled with 90s teeny bopper garbage. new years resolution: continue blogging and pinning, but also purchase a cork board and save some actual photos.