I finally got on Instagram.
I had to reclaim my account from a German pre-teen first (I hear that’s pretty common) but I’m out there now, taking pictures, filtering, hashtagging, and all that other fun stuff. Partially to promote my business (by which I mean this blog and my two Etsy shops… businesses? brand? whatchamacallit?) and partially because it’s just really fun.
Sometimes I posts pictures of crafts I’m doing or items I’m planning to sell.
The thing is, I’m kind of addicted to it. And it wasn’t a slow-building addiction. From the first couple photos, I was hooked. Like I recently got hooked on sewing, or how I’m addicted to bread and coffee.
I used to think I didn’t have an addictive personality because I start and stop things all the time, but I’m starting to think I don’t have addictions; I have serial addictions. Like serial monogamy: You’re all hot and heavy with one thing for a while and then it’s over and then you’re addicted to something else. Except my addictions aren’t monogamous. So I have serial polygamist addictions.
But I’ve needed to improve my photography for a long time, both for Etsy and so y’all have prettier pictures to look at, and amid my attempted improvements I found Instagram–or, rather, remembered it existed. And I know that a lot of Instagram photos wouldn’t really be so great without filters, but it’s inspired me to look at the world from a lot of new angles.
And it’s made me see the beauty in a lot of things.
Because I spend a lot of time looking for a good picture. I mean, not a LOT of time, but a little, some–it’s not like taking over my life or anything and I can quit any time I want.
But for now, I’m enjoying the world through this filter.
And if you want to follow me, I’m SensitiveBookishType–there’s a button on the sidebar.