On wishing my Dad was in the camera shop with me.

I nearly lost it in the camershop when I went to buy my camera. You know when the tears suddenly rush itnto your eyes and you get a huge sob in your throat and you can't quite hold it in, so you end up making a horrible nggggh sound, well that happened. And I really felt overwhelmed with the choices and I wanted to wail, "I wish my Dad was here, he'd have known which one to buy, he would have helped meeeee".

But then I managed to pull myself together and act like the adult woman I am instead of whinging and snivelling about something that wasn't going to change.

So now I have a beautiful camera.

I am a little bit afraid of it.

My sister took a lovely picture of me on it.

TLB took a lovely picture of my sister on it.

I just keep looking at it and feeling a bit sick about the amount of money it cost, because the macro lens was about 300 quid and that's without the camera body. But I need it! It now means I can take photos of the jewellery we make and not pay anyone else extortionate amounts of cash to do it for us.

If I can ever figure it out.