Welcome to #iPPP! We want to see your funny, your yummy, your heartfelt, your favorite phone photos of the week. All you need is a blog post containing at least one photo from any phone camera. We are making a big change around here…Mama Mash will explain it all to you when you head over to her place. I’m sad to see her go, but we are going to keep right on trucking. Please help me welcome Sarah of The Sunday Spill to the iPPP team! Link up below!
If you follow me on Twitter, or Facebook, or have ever seen on of my Project 365 posts, or have read this blog from the web and not just an email (so you could see the pictures in my sidebar), you know that I am hopelessly addicted to Instagram.
I’m not ashamed. I could go on and on about why I love it and sing its praises, but I won’t. Not today.
Today I’m going to tell you how Instagram has changed my life: my parenting, my days, my relationships. I get to see glimpses of other people’s lives. We all share snippets of our days, our moments. We allow a glimpse into our parenting skills (or maybe sometimes, lack thereof), or guilty pleasures, how we wind down or start our days. It has made me see the world a bit differently, through these filters.
I mentioned that we went to my mom’s birthday party this past weekend. While we were managing the chaos (ie getting ready to load up and go), Ivy came into the living room where I was, wearing a princess dress over the clothes I had just given her to put on.
Before Instagram: No, you can’t wear that! That’s for dress up. It might get torn or something.
After Instagram: Hey, that’ll be festive! It IS a birthday party. Why don’t you find your little sister one?
I create art out of food. Or at least, take joy out of making other people salivate by pretending to be a food blogger and staging pictures. Yes, it’s pointless. And yes, I am a stay at home mom that talks to two toddlers all day long.
Before Instagram: This coffee is pretty good. I can not start my day without it. I bet there are other moms barely awake right now.
After Instagram: Who wouldn’t be impressed with this foam? To. Die. For. I bet I can start a conversation about it.
I ask for (or agree to) pictures with new (or cherished) friends and show the blogging (or regular) world that I am, in fact, a real person, and that other people do, in fact, like to hang out with me.
Before Instagram: Hey, let me take a picture of us so I can tweet it out for two people to see and probably not say anything about. Then let’s move on.
After Instagram: We have to take a picture! Then I can make us look even prettier than we already are and share it on at least two different social media sites and make everyone wish they were having lunch with us, too! And also keep it for when I need a smile.
I pick up messes faster and rearrange furniture (or buy new) because now, instead of rare visits from family or friends and the prerequisite intense cleaning that my house and I go through, lots of people see my house every day. I’ve learned to take pictures at better angles, so as not to show the aforementioned princess dresses on the floor, or fix things that need to be taken care of sooner rather than later.
Before Instagram: Yeah, those TV cords are totally unsightly hanging across the wall but they’re not dangerous to the kids and no one ever comes over and I can distract from them with balloons at all of the birthday parties.
After Instagram: Those cords are driving me crazy! I can’t even take a picture of this precious moment that is happening, because all you see is fifteen cords across the wall.
I now get real time fashion advice.
Before Instagram: Me: How does this look? Hubs: Looks good, mama.
After Instagram: YOU GUYS. I’m going to see the one and only MADONNA and I have no idea what to wear! HELP!
Are you addicted to Instagram, too? Has it changed your life, or am I the only phone photo nerd?
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