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So what tackle/s did I choose from your votings last week?

The one getting most votes, were vacuuming (I’m sure it was because of the nude factor or hang the pictures - but just because of that I choosed to clean my own closet.

I’m always doing things against the stream. It’s more fun that way

Now, before you’re climbing this dirt mountain, you have to be aware of that we’re living compact living here. Bear that in mind.

So, my closet. I noticed though that to be able to take out stuff from the closet to clean it, we would have to clean up in front of the closet…

Yes, that is an old scale in the picture, the most accurate scale you can have and it’s not supposed to be used as a clothes hanger… The same type that the old kind of school nurses had in the stone age - when I was going in school.

And there were much dust on the floors, so better to vacuuming before starting…. But its’ a heavy task just to bring forward the vacuumcleaner, so why not vacuum the whole bedroom while it was out there?

And wait, why stop there, this apartment is only 50 square meters small, so why not take it all? No wiping floors though, we must leave something for the christmas cleaning

Sorry no pics of the dust rats, because we have a very practical carpet - the dust don’t show until they start to run away in front of you or form guinea pigs of your feeth….

And if vacuumcleaning, it’s a “must to dust” before that…

To be able to vacuum the bathroom though we had to do something about the laundry pile first…. there were so much laundry building mountains…

Meanwhile Mr L played windowcleaner, thankfully not hanging out too much from the windows… And our windows is very difficult to clean, it’s some bad glass or something on the glass. I hate them. No tricks helps. It’s no fun at all.

It was difficult to take the pictures of the windows with bad light and all, but I think you can see how bad they were after 3 years…

So, finally now I could start to clean the closet…!

When doing that I realize that I needed to go through all my clothes at the same time, so I knew what to save or throw, which means that I throw away or moved away all my clothes from our common closet to my own. And went through the buffet were we actually have clothes and throw away lots from there too!

This is what we’re throwing away:

This stuff goes to the basement:

Mr L also wiped the hood over the stove free from all that cooking fat and behind the stove. God knows what he found behind there…. *screaming*

On top of that Mr L has fixed our candle holder in the bathroom, new holes for the new bigger candles - so we can have romantic light in there…

So now we need to clean that common closet too, so we can hang our 18th century and medevial clothes in there!

And my back is now totally broke.

Broke back on the dirt mountain…

This surely must be valid tackles for the whole month? No?

See this week’s Tackle It Tuesday participants.

There is a few times in my life that involves haircuts, that I remember. This is of me when I’m around 3 years old and have had a haircut.

My sisters weren’t happy that my mother cut my hair, because before that it was more thick and I had long curls. My mother just saw the practical side of it, since she washed my hair. I still have a piece of that hair curls somewhere.

Next time she did a major haircut on me was when I was around six and that wasn’t popular either, because that was even shorter…

I had long hair all the time until I was graduating when suddenly one of my sisters suggested that it would be time to cut it shorter again, so I agreed just to get a change. She did cut it above my shoulders and everyone thought it was very neat - except me!

I regretted that haircut so much and I never got back the same quality of my hair that we cut away. Somehow, the one that grow out were different. I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with hormones too - it was that age.

The first time in my life I was going to a real hairdresser, I was really nervous about it even though I was grown up. I went there and tried to explain to the hairdresser what I wanted, a not too short hair style and permanent curls. Not just straight cut off. And what do I get? Straight cut off! The one and only hairstyle that I don’t look good in!

It was permanent curls though, but I hated it so much that I didn’t want to show myself to people, I wanted to hide under a cap. I even called my working fellows and warned them that next day when I came to work, they had to promise to not laugh at me - or I wouldn’t come to work….!!!

The following day I went in there terrible ashamed, almost hiding myself and nobody laughed, but I could tell that they agreed with me, but were nice enough to say that it wasn’t that bad. Except for one collegue. She hadn’t heard the warning and she began late too.

She entered the room, started talking immediately with us and then she spotted me - and started to laugh outloud! Oh, horrible, horrible feeling, both for her and me. She was terrible ashamed over her reaction and tried to explain that the difference and shock were too big…

I didn’t get used to it, I was forced to have it while the hair growed a bit and then I went to another hairdresser that was more talented to see what’s really fitting that customer. It’s not just cutting techniques, you must have an eye for the hairtype and personal appearence too.

This photo is from our trip to Brazil last December, when I started to lose my hair. When we came home, I was almost going bald, because by then it came off real fast and scary. That was when I took up the nickname Baldie Hawn

The tissue in my nose? Oh, just a bad nosefall cold as usual nowadays when I have my bad travel curse… It’s either some sickness or bad weather… *lol*

So, what’s all this leading to? Well, I’ve had a huge problem with haircuts before in my life, but how on earth am I going to be able to go to the hairdresser to get a haircut now when I hardly got any hair left? If she cut my hair, there will defenitely not be any left!

I’m still losing hair because ot the lack of iron. I know that some people look good in short hair, but I’m one of those that actually hate short hair style. Call me oldfashioned or boring, but I just love long hair.

I have to find a new hairdresser that is used to help customers with more significant hair problems. And have some kind of consultation first, to hear what they can do or not do or if they have other suggestions. Then I must go home and think about it before I make any move.

My hair is very important to me, has been my pride all my earlier life, but not any more. *sobbing*

It was over 1,5 years ago since I went to the hairdresser…!!!

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