
Plus, they're stretchy. Which means the pounds I gained from Christmas dinner *groan* don't even matter.
Strrretchy pants >>>
Unfortunately, mine are more of the garden variety black.
And my cape got caught in a boat propeller last summer and ... long story.
Anyhoo, I want to honor Instagram. Yes, I know people got p.o.'ed about their new privacy policy (which I believe they re-wrote ... but I'm not sure). But what other free application allows you to take mediocre photos of everyday objects with crappy camera phones and make them amazing (and perfectly square)?
I mean, when else is it okay to take a picture of your feet? YOUR FEET, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
Yes, those are my stubby-toed appendages with weird green polish. I was caught up in the wonder of the 'gram. Don't judge.
How else can you disguise the fact that your kitchen carpet (ew) is every eye-popping shade of the early eighties AND seizure-inducing?
Or record the moments when your child does something ridiculously obnoxious and put a filter on it to make it seem memorable and special, even though at the time you wanted to put your fist through a wall?
And how else it is okay to take a picture of yourself? Like, ever?
I have no idea why my default photo pose makes it look like a UFO is descending
right outside the frame.
I think what I love most is Instagram motivates people to record moments. I know the photos of my early childhood, despite their lack of filters and special effects, are treasures. And I hope my kids get a kick out of looking at all these pics in a decade or so. Hopefully, they won't be rolling their eyes and saying, "Mommm, you Instagrammed that, too? Why?" Or, "Why are all your pictures perfect squares?" Or, "Why is everything a weird shade of green?"
And hey, in 50 years, you may think that Instagrammed picture of the sandwich you're currently devouring is boss.
Or not.
But maybe.
What 2012 phenomenon are you loving? Besides leggings, of course.
Join me in the Instagram madness @walkerwhimsy