The Truth About Instagram // Vol. 2
What it looks like is happening
I'm a pretty darn skilled photographer to be able to take this shot ... Look, Mom! No Hands!
What is actually happening
Amanda is skillfully standing in the perfect spot to take this photo right above my head to make it look like it was taken by yours truly. We may or may not have taken this photo about 6 times before we managed to not get her feet in the shot. Perseverance
is key.
What it looks like is happening
I just happened to drop this still-wet-with-paint covered piece of paper and it just happened to land on top of these pretty flowers with the best lighting a girl could ask for.
What is actually happening
I painted this sucker as Sean was sitting in the car waiting for me so we could go to dinner with my family. I grabbed the flowers that our sweet apartment managers gave us as a congratulations on our engagement, set them on the floor in front of my back door and snapped essentially the same photo 15 times. As Sean would say, "Life of being engaged to an Instagrammer".
What it looks like is happening
Sean just decided to steal a kiss perfectly in front of a brick wall outside of our office building and I just so happened to be talking a selfie at the same time. What perfect timing!
What is actually happening
I asked Sean three times on the way back to the office from our lunch date if we could take a photo because I had one perfectly planned out in my head. He reluctantly agreed and so we walked to the back door of our office building, I stood in the landscaping behind a bush and Sean smashed his nose on my face. Luckily it was nothing that a little cropping couldn't fix. :)
What it looks like is happening
A ridiculously adorable puppy is napping outside of my house.
What is actually happening
A ridiculously adorable puppy is napping outside of my house. You're welcome.
What it looks like is happening
Perfect Lighting. Perfect sea of balloons. Perfect everything.
What is actually happening
I was standing in a sea of balloons trying not to pop any, asking co-workers to shut off the lights because there was a strange glare in the balloons from the flourescent lighting and obviously my co-workers seriously judging me. Do it for the Instagram, right? Right.