As a rule, I don’t DIY. In fact, when a friend got married I told her I would do anything to help her, but I couldn’t be expected to DIY anything. Because I am pretty bad at it.
Nevertheless, I am a Pinterest addict. I tell people it’s because I love finding new recipes and funny pictures related to Doctor Who, but it’s all a lie. I pin an absurd number of cool DIY things. I look at these things and go, “I could do that,” and then I pin them to my DIY board.
But let’s be honest, “I could do that,” means I never, ever will. Here are some cool things I will never actually DIY:
(Pictures are linked. They are ALL WORTH IT. I was advised to take my own pictures to use so that we can stay within the bounds of legality here at P-Mag, but again, I am never going to do these things myself.)
In theory, a cool idea! But where does one get all these pallets people are making things with? And I’m pretty sure mine would look really crappy.
The boyfriend and I are obsessed with this idea for our future home. Because the kiddie pool sits IN THE GROUND, surrounded by paving stones, once those hot summer months are over, you pull it out, and have a nice fire pit. Just one problem, though. Our dog hates water. She looks at you with pure hate if she steps in a puddle. Why we are SURE we need a pool for her? I have no freaking idea.
I have this idea in my mind that I will bring pitchers of drinks out to my well-dressed friends on my beautifully landscaped back patio while the dogs and children (that NONE OF US HAVE) play around us. I am always perfectly preppily dressed in these fantasies in clothes I don’t even like and pearls I don’t even own. That fantasy is where these ice cubes belong. We all laugh beautifully, and no one snorts. In case you’re wondering, I have no idea why I’m a Stepford Wife in all of my fantasy.
They’re just CRATES. From Jo-Ann Fabric! That someone stained and tied together with twine for stability. They are beautiful and rustic looking and would both hold and display my many books. I would buy these crates and then they would sit in a garage for years, never getting stained or put together into a bookshelf. I would just end up buying one from a big box store when I went, “Hey, remember those crates? I have no idea where I put those. I need a bookshelf now.”
I am a terrible decorator. Just so bad at it. Even I can admit these are clever ideas to make your house more homey, and they’re not even hard. Except that I would never get the lines straight, or run out of pennies, or have the pictures sliding off the shelves, or my fabric would be too short, etc. I better just stick to giant posters of David Tennant. That’s all the decorating I’m cut out for.