A graffiti wall was essential in the heady days of peak Instamumming!! Their uniform; a red lip, high maintenance hair cut, dresses with trainers or grenson boots, kids in subtly co-ordinated #gifted leggings/Boden frocks...
You got the look bang on but you forgot the stripey mum top. With the silky pleated skirt. I had my kid around the time Anna had her first so I was peak audience for the instamums. My favourite being Unmumsy mum (who is the the only one I still follow to this day). I can tell you that watching these glam, middle class luvvies on insta only made me feel worse but at the time I didn’t even realise it. I was lulled into a feeling of being part of this mum scene, which is ridiculous as I live in Scotland, nowhere near the London luvvies, I’m plain Jane, no where near making the money they do, shop in supermarkets for mine and my kids clothes…the things they were trying to sell, the expensive mama jumpers, the scamp and dude, who was buying that? Your bog standard average mum is not. Especially when you’re on mat leave and rooked.
It’s only now ten years later I’m looking back and wondering what the hell I was thinking, looking up to these women in my phone. I checked in on the brummy mummy the other day and couldn’t believe she’s still doing the whole I’m a mum who needs coffee schtick. Her kids are almost teenagers. Along with MP I used to follow the scummy mummies, Steph don’t buy her flowers, etc but it all kinda came crashing down for me when the MOD drama hit. It’s still kinda unbelievable she left insta and continued on with her midwifery career!