So, having "blogged" for the first time yesterday, I was super proud of myself. Of course, no one will be reading but I'm out there! Hi Internet!
I asked MM (my other half) if he would care to make up 100% of my readership. His response went something along the lines of, "I listen to you babble on constantly in person, why on earth would I wish to read the rubbish that runs through your mind as well?!". Fair point I suppose. I offered to let him choose his own moniker for the blog in trade for him actually reading it. However, because he is a man and therefore is, and always will be, a child, he chose a ridiculously rude nickname, which took me ages to get. Duh. Along the lines of I. P. Freely. Only worse. So MM he is, and he won't be part of my vast readership. Such is compromise in a long term relationship!
So, as I said, I had ventured into the large and scary void that is the Internet. Then I spent all of today wondering how often I should blog. Should I just blog on weekdays when I'm bored at work (sssshh, no, I would never do that) or should I only blog every other day for fear of running out of things to say. Then I laughed out loud. Run out of things to say???! Me? Nope. Hasn't happened yet and I'm fairly sure that several members of my family are praying everyday that it happens soon. Please, God, shut her up. In fact, it's been said to my face on more than one occasion. And yet, here I am, sharing the joy with the whole world now. Enjoy Internet. It's gonna be special.
Here I am then, blogging away. I shouldn't be blogging. I should be dealing with this:
That should be my desk. Should. And I should be clearing it. Should. But blogging is more fun.
I had a point for this post, believe it or not. Holga. You see, I got the most awesome present from MM this year. (Yes, he has redeeming features. Many. It's just a mature sense of humour isn't one.) It's a camera. I asked for it, but he picked the colour and he picked my favourite so it's just damn perfect. This is my baby:
Yup, she's plastic. Yup, she's blue! I think she's beautiful. And I don't care whether you judge me for calling a camera "she". Her name is Holga (although I didn't name her). Now, she is really quite special. A bit of 'cult' camera, if such a thing exists. I came across her on RockstarDiaries (I love that blog). She takes amazingly special, dreamy pictures. You actually have to use film! Anyone remember what film is? She's an old school version that doesn't even take regular film, so I have to buy it special, like. As I loaded the film on Christmas Day, my sister looked at me like I was performing surgery! Being six years younger than me, she has never loaded a film in her life. And then MM's little sister later asked me how she could see the photos I had just taken of her. Bless her. She's five though, so I'll let her off.
Anyway, here's the problem. I am no photographer (as can probably, ironically, be seen from the photo I have taken of the camera!). And I am definitely no Holga photographer. She is capable of taking beautiful photos like this: http://microsites.lomography.com/holga/galleries. Gorgeous huh? However, I couldn't even work out when I was on the first frame. So I took 5 or 6 photos, barely winding it on each time, terrified I was going to run out of film. Then....I got to the first frame! Ooops. So the first photos I took into my foray in the world of Holga photography are all on top of one another. Nice one! Haha! I will share the results with you when I have developed them. Good or bad, you will get to see my efforts. Lucky you, eh? I know you just can't wait.