Skip to main content

Intentionally Instagrammed

February made a valiant effort to make up for all the wintery weather that we haven't had all winter by being exceptionally cold and snowy. It was beautiful and allowed me to get some knitting done, and probably helped put an end to the rampant virus that has been plaguing Fayetteville, and will hopefully ensure a decrease in the grasshopper population --- but, I'm ready for Spring now.

Our apartment complex under a blanket of snow - amazing what a square frame and a pretty filter will do for an otherwise low-quality picture! I have often knocked Instagram in the past as not being "real photography" (but it's possible that I'm also a smidge anti-Photoshop, as well...) While I still hold with that statement, I'm beginning to see that it does have some uses.

It allows me to brag on my sweet husband, enabling me to put up pretty shots of all the ways he treats me like a princess for public viewing on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter...

...and to further gush about him for his talent and creativity. (Those are framed cork boards, for Little Bee's room. They added some much-needed color to our oddly dark yellow walls). As much as I want everyone to know how amazing he is, it's also (to some extent) for my own benefit. Fallen human that I am, I often tend to fall into a pattern of criticism, focusing only on the negative. It helps me to able to scroll back through a photo stream and be reminded of how many extraordinary positives there are.

For the benefit of anyone else I may have contact with who is also gluten free, I can snap pics of GF foods that taste "normal."  These were brownies that I made for a D-group dinner. I was actually the only person there who needed them to be GF, but it was nice to have feedback from those who still remember what wheat flour brownies taste like (most of a tub of frosting on top may possibly have helped with that...)

It's also a way to make Adam's amazing food creations look (almost) as good as they taste. Foodtography is not my forte, and I try not to over do it - but sometimes, his culinary creations need to be shared. (That's his own invention of BBQ wings, and mine of Parmesan pesto spirals.)

The most recent positive I've discovered with Instagram is the networkability of it. I feel strongly about supporting local business, and being able to post a photo and tag the shop where I got it is one way I have of trying to get others on board with my passion. In this case, The Mustache saw the photo and also tagged Lauren Embree, the Fayetteville resident who made these earrings.

While The Mustache is a brick-and-mortar business, they aren't really in any danger of going under at the moment. But that same networkability can be used to promote a business that isn't doing so well. Flying Possum Leather is located on Block Street, and they are both willing and able to make extraordinary things with leather (I had this belt custom made as a supplement to a knitted design). But right now, they need people to make things for. Sharing this photo allowed me to bring to people's remembrance a shop they may have forgotten about, or inform them of one they may not have known existed.

The fun of Instagram is that it's, well, instant. Like a Polaroid camera (without the expensive film), you can immediately and beautifully capture and share any moment. So why not pause to consider which moments you capture, and try to make every photo count?

When you do the common things in life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world.
---George Washington Carver


Popular posts from this blog

31 Days of Unraveling Designs

It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

Pattern index:

Pageturner Mitts
Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
Strange Jacket


In order to change your knitting, you must first change yourself. I've lost track of how many times I've said that, or how many people I've said it to. Frustrated new knitters wondering why their work is loose or tight or uneven or really anything less than perfect. But something I love about knitting is that it's a record of your inner dialogue. That swatch knit at the yarn store table with a cozy cup of coffee and a helpful (and more experienced) knitter nearby is going to be a lot more relaxed than the sweater begun a week later while sitting next to a hospital bed - just like the knitter.

Unfortunately, this also applies to my own knitting. For years, I was apparently unaffected by the shifts and turmoils in my own life, so I assumed that I was exempt from the rule - when the reality was, in fact, that I wasn't really experiencing any of those on anything deeper than a surface level because everything was deadened by depression. When I finally started to really…


A few years ago, I was introduced to the concept of replacing the traditional list of resolutions with a single word. It appealed to me - I am not a big list person, but I love language and words and meanings and etymology and metaphor and... ahem. Ennyhoo. I liked the idea.
I've never chosen the word. It's always presented itself to me - and last year was no different. Pacific was very insistent, even though I tried to argue with it. Pacific? What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with that?
But I accepted it, and I'm glad I did. I learned about depth and calm, about storm and nurture, about faith and adventure - and about the unstoppable ocean of God's grace, that overwhelms to fill and cleanse and bring blessings unasked.
So I'm bidding pacific a very fond farewell, and welcoming spark and whatever lessons it would like to bring. I invited it in with a copper wire punctuated with tiny lights and wrapped around my mood board, and I've got an empt…