So…. I guess I’ve been sort of cheating on you, Dear Readers.
Call me an internet harlot. An online floozy. the worst kind of tramp: A Cheater.
My mistress, Dear Readers. Is POLYVORE. (imagine that’s the kind of link that just says “Polyvore,” and then when you click on it, it brings you, via the magic of the internet, to www.polyvore.com) (OHMYGOSH WAIT, I MIGHT HAVE FIGURE IT OUT. EVEN THOUGH I SWEAR I’VE TRIED IT BEFORE, AND IT NEVER SEEMED TO WORK. HOLD ON, DEAR READERS, MY BLOG JUST GOT A LOT MORE HYPER-LINKED.)
So, Polyvore has been around for, I don’t know, probably about a billion years, but I just found out about it a few weeks ago. And I cannot stop. I cannot stop looking at blazers and sweaters and shoes. I cannot stop entering contests, the rules and prizes of which I cannot find or figure out. I cannot stop creating sets (Like This One) and collections (Like This). And I love it. I love it more than I love a lot of things on the internet*.
Like any true love, Polyvore snuck up on me. Sure, it had been around for a while, but I’d never even heard it’s beautiful name. Then, My Friend started posting all these adorable, My Little Pony-themed outfits on Facebook.
“What could this madness be?” I wondered.
“Seems right up my alley. Best to steer clear,” I advised myself.
And I did. I did steer clear.
For about a week.
Then My Other Friend joined in the Posting-to-Facebook madness.
TWO WHOLE FRIENDS?!?!?! TWO WHOLE FRIENDS NOW INVOLVED IN WHAT IS SURE TO BE THE NEWEST INTERNET CRAZE?!?!?!?!
How could I resist?!
Simple answer: I couldn’t.
I joined Polyvore 23 days ago. In that time, I’ve created 23 Sets, One Collection, and I’ve Liked approximately 180 items.
And that, Dear Readers, is how an internet addiction is born.
What allowed this to happen? How did things get SO out of hand in such a short amount of time? How did someone who is so good at managing That Other Internet Thing let this one website become SUCH a time-suck?
Well, that answer is easy. Since this shiny new love came up so suddenly, so out of the blue, all I had time to do was think for a few days about how I probably shouldn’t sign up. There wasn’t enough time to think about a few simple Rules. When you’re prone to internet addiction, rules are so so so important. Without them, you find yourself staying up well past midnight working on super important things. Things that Cannot Wait until Tomorrow.**
Not having rules is the best/worst thing about Polyvore. It’s my paper doll. It’s that awesome part of “Project Runway” where they pick out their accessories and send their models to hair and makeup (you know, the part of “Project Runway” that I might ACTUALLY be sort of, kind of, good at). I get to completely lose myself in fashion fantasy, and pretend that I’m super fashionable, and have All The Body Types*** that would allow me to Wear All The Clothes, and look equally good in all of them.
It’s so mindless, but it let’s me pretend I’m being creative. It is the Best Possible Thing for someone who it Decidedly Not A Do-er.
And, Dear Readers, is the Exact Reason that you have not heard from me. The Exact Reason that it has taken me twenty-three days to write to tell you tell you all (yes, all two people who read this blog) about how addicted I am to Polyvore, is because I have been too busy. Too busy playing on Polyvore.
…speaking of…. it’s getting late…. I…. uhhh…. I gotta go.
*And believe me, I love A LOT OF THINGS ON THE INTERNET. (seriously. just go back and look at each word individually.)
**I swear, hyperlinking under the cut will probably lose it’s charm soon. maybe. but, ok, i doubt it.
***Let’s pretend, for a moment, that one person with All The Body Types is not completely horrifying.