Me Me Me

Me me me. Well that's enough about me. What do you think of me?

I have met a few people in my time who are very self-centric. Conversations might start with a question about what I am up to, how my weekend was, where I went on holiday. But then mid reply, they interupt with their own funnier, more interesting, fascinating story. Any conversation is in order to self promote, seek sympathy or garner an array of oohs and aahs for their own project.

I avoid these people.

I also avoid Instagrammers who only post up photos of themselves. Yes you have great hair. And great taste in clothes. And look! Another photo of you in a glamorous location.

I don't have great hair, or a budget to have great taste in clothes, and the playground and supermarket aren't glamorous locations. But sometimes I do take a photo of myself. And it pleases me because of the light or the flattering angle or the background. And it tells a story.

This is one such photo.

I like photos of myself wearing sunglasses, the angle has dropped 2 stone off my tummy and I am laughing/gurning because I was trying to take a selfie to show off my handy dressmaking skills while the Wee One repeatedly photo-bombed my self-timer app.

In years to come, he won't have any issues about posting selfies on his IG stream!


Joining in with Sticky Fingers and the prompt of 'selfie' for The Gallery