I used to be an early adopter. Then I reached "a certain age". So I've only just discovered Instagram! I'm not very imaginative, so my username is lilianharlow.
I now have about 1,000 photos of interior design ideas (and plain old inspiration and admiration) saved and will probably never buy a home decorating magazine again. It's a veritable treasure trove.
It's also wonderful to see regular updates and photos from some of my favourite bloggers.
Unfortunately I fear it's just another avenue for me to prove what a poor photographer I am, but it's still fun! Below are a few of my recent Instagram photos (trying out various filters too, sorry).
One of my favourite necklaces (a cheapie from Sussan from many moons ago) and matching green nails. The colour is more emerald in real life and less Kermit. This photo makes my hand looks frighteningly large (and pudgy).
I love breaking out my scarves as the weather cools down. Worn with my fav Samantha Wills earrings (a special wedding gift from my niece).
Loving the autumn prints such as this one from Sportscraft. Another bargain Sussan necklace.
I've had these Nine West heels for years, and they are the perfect colour combo for most of my autumn wardrobe (and comfy to boot!).
I love a little colour for the office.
I don't own a lot of rose gold, but this necklace is a favourite.
Melbourne's Royal Arcade.
Cold weather = comfort food. Yum.
This was an improvised dinner. Ricotta, smoked salmon, capers, dill, leek, white wine and gnocci. Absolutely delicious, but incredibly ugly!
A token shot from a recent AFL (football) game. My MIL and husband are avid supporters of the Richmond Football Team (whose flag is featured).
I'd never watched a game until I met my husband, now I sit there with the masses in my little striped scarf and try to clap at the appropriate moments. It's actually quite a lot of fun. My family find it endlessly amusing to think of me going to the football and wearing the regalia.
True story: I went to my first football game 7 years ago when I met my husband. I joined him and his parents at the game after work. I was wearing head to toe Alannah Hill (think sequined lacy cardigan, plaid skirt with bows, pink frou-frou and silk trimmed coat, dark pink high heels, patterned tights) and carrying a large pink ruffled umbrella and toting a pale pink lambskin Chanel. I garnered a lot of strange looks as I walked into the stadium, but none so strange as those that greeted me when I reached my future husband and in-laws.
I further embarrassed myself when I asked how long the game would go for. When I was told we'd be there for almost 3 hours I asked if there would be an intermission. I think the three of them laughed for about 5 minutes solid. Apparently to call it intermission and not "quarter time" or "half time" was hilarious. I am still teased about this and to this day when we go to the theatre my husband insists on calling the break "half time".
I bet they never imagined I would become a part of their family *laughs*. I have since adapted to the dress code (somewhat) and the nomenclature.