I’m having a cow when it comes to Instagram, so I probably shouldn't be the one to tell you what the proper Insta-etiquette is.
Yes, okay, so I'm a recent purchaser of the iPhone—the glorious, pristine, little block of all around goodness. A little late to the party. But better late than never, no?
And I think, so far, Instagram is probably my favorite app. The app of all apps.
I’ve already been scolded a few times by my sister for snapping pictures of her in her “fat pants” (aka my old sweatpants, aka she still loves hand-me-downs) while she cleaned out our overly stuffed bookcases. Hello? It was the perfect moment! Books stacked high to the windowsills, old pages and yellowed covers. It was, as I like to say, Instagramagic.
So, bear with me. If you follow me, I’ll apologize later when the newness and fascination have worn off.
Until then, I'm takin' pics.