One girls quest for a 64 Ford Falcon results in tirades on food and fashion. The dare: to dress like I belong in a classic car every day for 6 months and I will get to have said car. Fail for one day, and the clock starts over. The quality of the outfits is judged by a finicky, impulsive husband who's opinions change day to day, but are still the final word.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Nose to the Grindstone
I'm four and a half months in! I can't believe it! I also can't believe how slack I've been as of late; no new photos, no regular styling of my hair. It will be sad if I lose now. I have decided that I don't have enough on my plate with a three week trip to Sweden coming up, the flooded basement project, and Christmas looming around the corner. So to pass the time, I've joined some Falcon discussion forums. I hope someone takes pity on me and takes me under their wing (hint hint to anyone who knows about cars!!!!). E-bay has some Falcons for sale, and I can look at the pretty pictures, and scan the text to see if it runs or now, and that's about it. I feel hopelessly uneducated. Each one is lovelier than the last, but that's no way to make a financial decision! It's nice to finally start the ball rolling, though, albeit very slowly.
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