For a long time I’ve been working on a savage take-down piece about “the cool moms of Instagram” and their annoying flower crowns, and perfectly-styled playrooms, and ridiculously complicated boho braids they SWEAR only took two seconds and you can totally do while breastfeeding and Snapchatting the whole affair.
It felt satisfying to write, a slam book of every Insta mom feed that ever made my eyes roll. Because it IS super annoying to see what are obviously professional photo shoots being trotted out as everyday life.
But I could never make the leap from a funny list of burns to a real thesis. Really, what did I care if some chic stranger with above-average Photoshop proficiency wants to make her life look like an editorial spread? Is it possible I’m just as guilty, albeit with more gingham and smocked dresses than ikat and baby turbans? Instagram has been a game changer, because now every mom’s parties, play dates, and breakfast toast can look magazine-worthy.
So instead of pissing in someone else’s Wheaties (however briefly gratifying that might have been), I want to talk about my promise to you: this is not a photoshoot. This is my family’s real life, the meals we eat, the home we inhabit, the celebrations we host. I take pictures almost exclusively on my iPhone 6 (and I’ll tell you if I ever break out my fancy camera or work with a photographer). Though Instagram is a highlight reel (you don’t want to see burnt cookies or my messy guest bedroom), I’ll never bullshit you. And really, isn’t that a zillion times more entertaining?