Helloooo! If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that I’m a huge fan of rainbows 😁🌈 So I thought I’d share the love and tell you about a few of the colourful accounts on there whose glorious feeds bring a bit of sunshine into my day. I haven’t included any shops, as there are so many of those that I will do a separate post on them 😊 Enjoy! 🌈🌈🌈🌈
I don’t really consider myself to be very ‘Insta.’ I mean, I post on there (a lot – probably too much 😂) and I love it (again, probably too much 🙈) but I don’t always feel like I necessarily ‘fit in’ as such. I’m not saying this as some kind of pity party for one or anything – it’s just the way I see it. And actually I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really mind 😊
One of the things that stops me blogging as often as I’d like (along with insufficient hours in the day, laziness and sleep deprivation to the point that I can’t actually formulate a coherent sentence – yes they’re 2 and a half, no they don’t sleep through 😬) is the fear that what I’m writing is nothing special. There are just so soooo many bloggers out there with something more interesting to say, or a better way of wording things or a cleverer writing style than me. I’m not saying that as one of those compliment-fishing things when you then want everyone to say ‘oh no you’re amazing’ etc etc – I just see it as a fact. The blogging market is positively saturated with talented writers, many of whom are charismatic or entertaining or hilarious or all three, or who lead a really interesting lifestyle, or who are experts in something they can dish out advice in – basically they have some sort of USP which makes them stand out and be unique. I, on the other hand, am a bit socially awkward (actually a lot but I’ve got better at hiding it 🤣). I’m not a trendy person – I don’t keep up with the latest fashions; in fact, most of my wardrobe is either threadbare crap that I’ve had since I was like sixteen or baggy shapeless entities bought post-babies to hide the mum tum. I certainly don’t have a glamorous, beautifully-styled Insta-friendly show-home – Instagram would recoil in horror at the sight of my spare room bursting with clutter or my poorly hoovered kitchen floor 🙈 I wouldn’t describe myself as especially funny or an amazing writer or an authority on any particular subject – at the moment, if I can name what day of the week it is, I’m impressed with myself 🙈 So on the face of it, I lead a pretty average sort of a life really 😊 Yes I have twins, but there are even squillions of amazing bloggers with those too! 😂 I would describe myself as normal. (I mean, with a bit of crazy thrown in, but everyone has that, deep down, right? 🤣)
Yep I said it. I’m addicted to Instagram. Some people don’t understand why I use it as much as I do. I think some people actually have a real problem with it. And I probably am on my phone a bit too much if I’m honest. And the issue of posting public photos of my babies does worry me sometimes (although I will definitely stop whenever they are old enough to tell me if they’re not happy about it). But at the same time, Instagram has also been a real lifeline for me for several reasons. On down days, when I maybe haven’t spoken to another adult all day or when one or both of the twiglets is poorly or there’s something I’m really worried about or mum guilt is kicking my butt, or even just when they’ve tag-teamed at pushing my buttons over and over until I lose my shit and just want to rock in a corner wearing earplugs, it’s been a huge source of comfort on many occasions to have a community of supportive mums there at my fingertips – for advice, reassurance and just to tell me I’m doing a decent job despite a shitty day. This has honestly been invaluable for my mental state some days – where else can you instantly get support from hundreds of lovely mamas who totally understand what you’re going through and can immediately make you feel better and less alone?