I crochet, harbour world conquering aspirations, and oh! I take pictures of books. Here are three bookstagram related confessions of mine …
1 // once, i drove out into the countryside to get a good picture
Newly bitten by the bookstagram bug, I took a flask of tea, a library book, and one of my favourite Rosemary Sutcliff novels out into the Peak District. I climbed a rocky out-crop, saw breathtaking views, sipped tea and took pictures of my books
when no one was around. As you do.
Convincing myself that I did it just to get out in the great outdoors didn’t work. Nope. I wanted a darn good picture of a book. And I got one. #proudofit
2 // i don’t read with fairy lights
I love fairy lights. I have them over my mirror, tangled in my bookcases and spread on my desk. I love fairy lights, but I do not read with them on my lap. Before bookstagram, I never considered arranging fairy lights on my bed, making sure my legs didn’t look too odd, and sitting at an awkward angle.
But then bookstagram happened, and I found myself wanting to share my current read. In an artful, completely impractical way.
3 // i take books outside and stuff ’em in bushes
IT MADE SENSE AT THE TIME, OKAY?! A book about Jane? As in Tarzan and Jane? Take it outside and put it in the shrubbery. Now. Just do it.
But then someone on Instagram noticed. And so, when my birthday rolled around, they insisted a picture needed to be taken of my cake. In the fuchsias. Just because.