I keep getting a heap of compliments on my photos lately, asking what camera I use. So I just want to throw it out there, I use my iPhone 6s+ and edit with FaceTune. It’s a wonder what adjusting the lighting and temp of a photo can do. Oh and occasionally the use of a defocus tool. From a warm, sunset photo to a crisp, cool and sharp close up. But for every 1 amazing photo that comes out of it, I have about 2537738 reeeeeally shitty looking ones 😂 ones that cannot be saved by adjusting the lighting, or the temp or even sharpening. So yes, you see some pretty amazing photos on my account (YOUR words not mine 😂😂) but then you don’t see the millions of grainy, blurry shots with terrible lighting. 💞 I really contemplated posting this, because I want the magic to stay alive. But I just want to make it clear, sometimes it’s not just point and shoot and my photos look good. It does happen a fair bit, where I only have to brighten the photo and I’m happy with it. But occasionally it needs a heap of adjusting because the sun is behind the person I’m photographing, or there’s shadows or its just too dark. I’ve copped shit in the past for editing photos because apparently it’s a bad example for my kids, but isn’t that what professional photographers do? They adjust lighting and edit their photos so you have a piece of art. I’m not making my kids skinnier or taller, just making the photo better quality. Anyway, I like the photos I create and I hope you all do too. 💞
Let’s talk Instagram. We all have different reasons for using it. Those tiny little boxes where we share our lives. Our manicured lives. Our stunningly styled children, where we can share our favourite online shops, and where word gets around about small businesses that we love.
Where we can share photos, and lust over each other’s houses and gush over each other’s children. But there’s something else that inadvertently came with the mummy fashion community that I found. Something that we sometimes miss in every day life.
Support. This past year, through the brand repping, the competitions and ambassadorships, I have found these amazing mamas that share the same interest as me will stand up and be there for you no matter what. Hey, you’re having a bad month? Here’s a surprise package to turn up in your letterbox. You found success in something? I’ll listen to your EXCITED raves. You got a gig representing a brand you are a huge supporter of? I’ll stand by you (while 18 hours away) and cheer and have a glass of wine to celebrate! You’ve started a blog? I’ll read the shit out of it! Considering we live in a time where women are tearing each other down only to uplift themselves, I applaud the women who can stand by their fellow sisters and support them endlessly. Imagine how amazing our world would be if everyone treated one another like this. Imagine what we could achieve!
In this crazy and busy real life world, we have our friends and family and they’re great. But there’s some thing comforting about having someone on the other side of a screen, in a different state or even country, that you can talk to basically whenever you pick up your phone. During your hard times or best times.
This community had blown me away with the amount of hands reaching out to one another lately. There’s no jealousy. No bitchiness. No drama. (That I’ve seen lol..) it is truly women helping women. Mothers standing by mothers. And I am so grateful for every single one of you.
What a day and what a week!
Dex has newly been diagnosed with ASD, which has explained so much of what he has been experiencing and struggling with for a long time. He struggles daily with sensory issues, so loud noises, textures and things that would normally make others uncomfortable, are very painful or distressing for him.
One of the things that distresses him the most is haircuts. Anyone only has to say the word “haircut” towards him, and he becomes anxious and a lot of the time will scream and hide. So for a while we haven’t even mentioned the word, never mind suggest he have one. I mean, it’s only hair right? Not a big deal if his hair is long.
Well, last night we were talking with Kingston about haircuts, and that he could have a surprise egg after his next one. Well, Dex overheard and told me that he wants a surprise egg and a haircut too. I took it with a grain of salt. If he wanted one, great! If not, fine with me too. So we spoke about it, with no anxiety and no concern except that he only wanted scissors to be used and no water spray. We looked on good Ol’ Pinterest and found a few cuts he liked. Something I’ve learned along the way of raising a child with anxiety is when you include them in the process, they feel much more comfortable and are able to feel more in control of the situation. This is definitely helps Dex every day. So off we went to bed with excitement and wonder.
The next day, we went to our local shopping centre and again, inviting him into the decision making, let him choose which salon we would go to. At first he was nervous, so we sat down in their waiting area and I told him we would just sit and look around, because he takes time to warm up to new surroundings. After about 10 minutes, the hairdresser came and spoke to us and asked Dex if he was ready for his haircut. He told her “maybe just one more minute and I’ll be ready!” I loved that he was able to verbalise his feelings and again feel as though he had control over the whole process. If he in the end decided he was too scare for one, we would’ve left and waited for another time. But after thirty seconds had passed, he decided he was ready to get into the chair! This was a HUGE deal in itself because I don’t even remember the last time he sat in a hairdresser’s chair. By now my nerves and excitement had kicked in. As they put the cape on him my heart started pounding for him. Would he start to get anxious? Would he meltdown because his little body and mind doesn’t handle these types of things well? Dex looked over at the little trolley with all their equipment and I could see in his face he was unsure. He told the hairdresser, Jess, “only scissors, OK?” And she promised him, only scissors. I could see his shoulders drop as though he could relax now.
Dex was a champion. He sat there with a smile on his face literally the whole time. He even told Jess “I need you to cut more around my ears, I want to see my ears, oh and my eyes cut more there too.” I watched in amazement and had a giggle to myself as he stated to her, quite calmly and almost like an adult, exactly what he wanted. He used his manners, he kept telling her how good it looked and when she had finished he was SO excited. He high fived Jess the hairdresser who told him how proud she was of him. I think almost everyone he told about his haircut told him how proud they were of him! And so they should be.
This little boy, who has had a massive fear of even the word “haircut” or being asked if he wanted a haircut overcame huge anxiety and sensory complications and took control of the situation. For any five year old I think that’s pretty freaking amazing. But for Dex, for who he is, this is a HUGE deal. For him and for those who love him. I couldn’t have been prouder for the way he dealt with today. We’ve overcame a hurdle today and we have many more to come. But one step at a time, and this was a big one.
My name is Katrina, and I’m a mum of 3 children, Dex (5), Kingston (3), and Elsa who is 18 months. We aren’t new to blogging, I’ve on and off ran blogs since Dex was born but have had a lonnnnng break.
After breaking into the big wide world of influencers on Instagram, and having some success I thought why not revive my blogging “career” 😂 so here we are.