If you follow me on Instagram, you will probably already know about my hashtag project, #littlestoriesofmylife. I launched the project at the beginning of this month and I chose this tag in particular because for me, the joy of Instagram (and also, to some extent, of blogging) is that it allows us to celebrate and/or share the tiniest elements of the stories of our lives. Small doesn’t equate to insignificant: these are the little moments that add up to the narratives that carry us all. In Instagram’s frames of beauty or of emotion, we are each the teller of our own story. I asked for people to share their stories by tagging with #littlestoriesofmylife any picture that captures a moment, or contains a narrative, however small it may be.
So many lovely images, and so many wonderful small stories. It was truly a privilege to share in every one. I have selected some favourites and I include with each image its caption, for therein the details of the story can be found.
@aptapothecary: ‘Ok, don’t judge me but I have to be honest and say I’m still in bed 🙊💕 Coffee has just arrived though and I have a date with friends on the Southbank so up I get! Happy Saturday everyone.’
@lillalinae: After coffee and cake we ventured into the woods in search of acorns, unfortunately there were none, but Lilia didn’t care.. She ran and kissed the trees and every few steps you could hear her saying ‘ahh, ohh, wow’ Oh, how I love seeing the world through her eyes.
@thislittlecorner: ‘[ to everything there is a season ] and a time to every purpose.
I collected these old broken clocks as a way to display the times that my children were born. There are five in total, four clocks for my boys and the clock in the middle for my baby girl because this is the order in which they were born. Having these clocks representing each of my children’s birth times is a small way of being aloud to also acknowledge my daughter who was unseen by all but afew people. I realise how very privileged I was to experience her living in me for those nine months until she passed away. These objects hold great significance to me because of the moments they carry, each of these moments changed me forever. The greatest thing I have ever and will ever do, is bringing these amazing people into the world.’
@diana_lovring: ‘Foggy and misty blue sky morning. Little A and I on our way on the bike – him chatting cheerfully, saying HEJ to everyone we meet on the way.’
@jo_rodgers: ‘This morning I’m eating a pumpkin pecan muffin while making a shopping list for @merrillstubbs’s Pasta Al Forno with Pumpkin and Pancetta @food52. Because in this chilly London house, it’s all pumpkin all the time. Until the bones of the cottage heat up, I’m going to stay wrapped in my husband’s wooly cardigan, gulping tea and reading straight through the autumn issue of @foxedquarterly.’
@c_theresia: ‘You gotta love your chores! Today has been full of household activities and usually I am not the biggest fan of such days. But honestly, I don’t mind hanging the laundry anymore – look at that view! So I have come to the conclusion that once you reach that moment of enjoying your chores, life is good!’
And finally, my favourite image is by Katrien of @growingwildthings. I loved this image as soon as I saw it. The autumnal colours and the simplicity. As a knitter myself, I never tire of photographs of knitting, and the story behind this one was one that I know all too well- a few snatched moments of knitting whilst the children play. I have always felt that with a piece of knitting, the moments of its creation are somehow knitted into the end product, little stories tied in with the stitches.
@growingwildthings: ‘some seaside knitting while my boys run wild and free, flapping imaginary wings, pretending to be seagulls • it’s so nice to find time to do some of the things i enjoy now that the boys are growing more and more independent ‘
I look forward to sharing in your stories in the weeks ahead.