Today was not a good day for my car. I ended up getting towed...I really hope that she isn't really dead! I'll talk about that below.
First here's a few photos to show you guys how I've cut my hair!
Let me know what you think!
When I leave my hair loose you really can't see the difference...
A terrible blurry mirror shot to show how it's looks at the back, nothing special there either!
So, the main difference is when I pull my hair into a high pony tail. Yet again on the right side nothing seems to have changed from my original haircut...
Have you managed to guess what I've done?
I've shaved part of it off!!!
Here's what it looks like from the left side!
For me it isn't really a big shock. In my teens I had my hair cut like this for several years (until I was told that I looked terrible and decided to cut it all short).
So why did I suddenly decide to re-shave the underpart of my hair? Well, because it was in really bad condition. During my 5 months road trip in Australia I was living in my Jeep and really didn't have enough space (nor water sometimes) to look after my hair. All the sun, sea water and bleaching really got to it. For some reason it was the hair around my neck that got the most damaged.
Back home I started well treating my hair again (except for bleaching), and most of it is in a nice silky state again. Most of it except for the ones underneath! For the last couple of months that part of my hair has been taunting me by producing mega knots every morning (no idea how I manage to create them during my sleep!)
This morning I woke up with a mega dreadlock at the back of my neck. The kind of thing so knotted that it is impossible to untangle. I though to my self 'well that's it! Even if it's not the fashion I'm going to shave it all off!'
And that's why and how I shaved part of my head.
I am actually really pleased with the result. It's really discreet when my hair is loose (which is great for work; won't scare our clients) and easier to tie back for when I need it out of my eyes (like driving). Plus I think it looks rather feminine. I was a bit scared of what my husband would think (he didn't like the skater-punk style I used to have when we first met) but he actually really likes it!
Do you think it suits me?
OK, now for car issues. Most of you know I have a Jeep over in Morocco. Back here in France I drive my beloved white and pink Ford Escort XR3I. She's 23 years old, named Kirby and I love her!
The old girl has always been a good reliable drive (except for once when driving her down to morocco, funny story you can read here!)
I got back to France last wednesday. Friday I set off to go and see my father. The car went fine for the 300km drive there.
This morning I tried to start her up. When I turned the key I didn't hear the usual buzz of the injectors... (same as the problem I had before). I think she must hate my father's place because it is always here that she won't start!
I fiddled around a bit with the injection relay, and she started fine. I drove her to the shops that morning and back home for lunch with no problems. She started up again fine when it was time for me to go to the hairdresser.
It was when I came out of the hairdresser that problems started. Again, I turned the key, and no injection noise. I fiddled around with the relay, nothing.
I called my sister from the hairdresser's (I don't have a french mobile phone anymore) to come to my rescue.
While waiting I fiddled around with various electrical stuff on the car. I was actually rather calm (I normally get really p*ssed off when my cars break down and I can't find what's wrong).
For one, I was only a couple of km's from my house, which when you break down is reassuring.
For 2, my hairdresser's kids where watching and talking with me (a little boy and really cute little girl). They had been surprised when I got the back of my hair shaved and really liked the pinkish car. They were even more curious when they learnt that I was from Morocco and more than eager to tell me about the great holidays they had spent in Tunisia!
My sister came to pick me up. The next question was 'what to do now?' This is the second time that my car decides to break down on a saturday afternoon. Over here, no garages are open on saturday afternoons. None except the one in the little village (not even 2000 inhabitants) where my dad lives!
They came and towed my Ford back to their place. We're going to have a closer look at the problem on monday. I hope that it's just something simple and not some big problem! (I brought the car for less than 800 euros so I don't want to put much into repairs but I don't want to sell my little Kirby for scrap metal either!)
Please cross your fingers for the little old car!
Take care all!