126

I bought a dinky little 126 Camera in an Enable Ireland charity shop on George's St on my way to college a few months ago. I agonised over 126 film on ebay... for ages. I bid on one only to be outbid at literally the last second. Finally I bought some. And I loaded it and used it. And made a little dark room and broke the cartridge and unrolled the film and re-rolled the film onto an old 35mm cartridge and brought it to the processors. And it turned out shit. Seriously shit.

There was two photos. Just two. But I like them. The lovely hedgehog I met and photographed? Gone. The cake my boyfriend made for his mum? Not there. The picture of my feet/my boyfriend/my friends/the cards? All CRAP.

But here's to swans and Lily. Success.