Happy ( almost, but not quite) Halloween Week!
Hope you all have your costumes chosen, pumpkins carved and candy bought. Or like me at least one out of three… Thank you all for sharing your 10 Halloween ideas last week, did anyone get a last minute inspiration from visiting the listicles? Look forward to seeing what fun this year’s spookiest holiday brings you!
This week the topic was suggested by Bridget: List of 10 firsts. I love doing things for the first time and there are many ways to approach this topic, so I am curious where it takes you. Thank you so much Bridget for a great suggestion!
Next week is going to be a good one!! ( Yes, I know, I always say that. But I am also always right ). This is what Ducky said:
— Ducky(@batcrapcrazy) October 22, 2012
and I like it. To be politically correct, let’s do it next week, half way between Canadian Thanksgiving and US one. Let’s see your 10 Amazing memories from not so long ago.
Before you wander off to ponder those, let’s read the lists of firsts.
Make a list, check it twice, link it up. Read others. Have fun!
LIST OF 10 FIRSTS
1. First time I held my son, I fell in love.
2. First time I took off on a plane, I fell in love.
3. First time I owned a camera, I fell in love.
4. First time I saw my dog, I fell in love.
5. First time I landed in NY, I fell in love.
6. First time my husband kissed me, I fell in love.
7. First time I ate a chocolate truffle, I fell in love.
8. First time I heard Tchaikovsky, I fell in love.
9. First time I rode Vizon, I fell in love.
10. First time I woke up on our island, I fell in love.
Big M was one of ten. Here he is with his mom Jet. Photo credit Debra Greenwood.
It is no secret I love Instagram.
The idea of using my phone as camera, snapping the moment, editing the photo and instantly posting my work for the world to see in 17 seconds flat is the best thing ever for a photographer like me. They are easy to print and I even display them on our walls. Best of all once I stopped taking my camera with me every day my son has relaxed and is enjoying having his picture taken. In fact he now directs most of them and although I post them publicly, my instagram photos are my most personal work. The most treasured moments of my life with my family, I snap our secret spots, I snap my boys as they are, I snap our daily stories as they evolve.
In the past few months, since I have actively been posting photos daily, a community has grown around me. I have met artists I adore, peeked into lives of bloggers I follow, been inspired by beauty from all over the world. I have made friends I met because of our love of gramming and shared a chat and a cup of cocoa with. Instagram for me is what Facebook or Twitter is for many. A social media platform that I communicate via the most.
But I can assure you it has never been my dream to become popular or recognized. As much as I blush when I am told by strangers they love my work and flattered by hundreds of likes on photos I publish, I truly don’t care about the numbers. If I did I would take more time framing the shot, editing it. I would perhaps put more thought into what it is that my image is trying to convey. I would post less. I would think about it more. And it would begin to feel like work again. Which it is not. It is my hobby, my outlet and my fun and happy place.
Nevertheless fame came.
First Ilana from Mommy Shorts paid me a huge compliment by featuring me as her top 10 mom Instagramers on Babel. I was so very chuffed because I heart Ilana and her photos and well hello, IT’S BABLE!! Then Say Media chose me as their pick of 9 moms to follow on Instagram and that kinda made my week, cause I came in well before Pink! Babble featured me in their article 50 Instagram pictures of summer and then Copygram featured me as their pick of the day. All of this made my heart beat a bit faster and put a smile on my face.
Then on Tuesday I woke up and my phone was lit up with notifications. A whole lot of people liked my photo and even though it was a cute little click I was surprised. Then I noticed a message from my close friend Mel (who is a major celebrity on Instagram) saying congrats. I have recently started going to the gym, which she has been incredibly supportive of so I figured she was happy about my little stint on the elliptical machine. Then again, why would she say: wake up, you got to see it. And knowing me all too well, she took a picture and send it to me. Because she knew I would be sleeping through the whole thing…
There he was, my sweet little boy, looking over our island, having a picnic. On the popular page, the holly grail of Instagram, the most coveted position by all who care about the numbers and likes, wedged between tigers, fruit salads, designer sneakers and celebrity boobies was my little photo. My sweet insta friend Allison suggested me to Instagood as her inspiration and they reposted my photograph deeming me worthy of admiration by fellow Instagrammers. It was liked by over 11000 people and I gained many new followers. I was well chuffed.
I put my phone on charge, came downstairs, unloaded the dishwasher, made breakfast, found a Lego City video on iPad for Little J, scratched Big M’s butt for two minutes and put the kettle on.
Then I sat down and had a nice cup of tea. Like a true celebrity that I have become.