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avec une couronne de marguerites.

Congratulations, Dear Reader, you're viewing the longest Post in Blog Posting history!! I'm very sorry for the overwhelming amount of pictures in this one, but some stories need a few more words...or in this case photos, to be told.

At least you can take away a little tip with this post: if you ever make yourself a crown of flowers (is it called like that in english?), don't throw them away, take them home with you and lay them in a little bath on big plate, they will help you carry your memories for a few days longer.

PS I don't want to make an advertisement for bottled water or any kind of brand with this pictures, but sometimes you forget your water bottles at home, and then you and your dog get thirsty and you have to buy way overpriced water at a very weird tourist shop, you know? :(

those football players and their hairstyles.

So I know I'm teeny tiny in these pics, but I still feel like I have to apologies for the glowing orange that shines from my head. After colouring and bleaching my hair for ten years now…yeah, ten years (that either means I started too young or I'm already very old -I leave that up to you! ) I decided to go back to my natural roots, not because I think orange is a lovely colour (I never really liked my natural carrots hair) but because I'm slowly trying to cut down on chemical products in my life. For a long while the films in my camera were very friendly to my outgrowing roots and always showed my hair much more presentable as it was, but now BANG I'm a Kobold. Well, I guess I have to embrace the orange now...or get photoshop for colour correcting!

By the way, I have a little question to the Ladies reading my blog -did any of you made the same discovery, that as your natural hair is growing out, it changes into a more intensive colour over time?? I think it's weird that without me doing anything, my colour still seems to evolve…maybe because of the long bleaching or because I still used blue shampoo for a long while because I had tons left of it?? -I don't know, thought maybe a few of you lovely girls could tell me when that effect will stop.

And for the men that are now bored we can discuss if it is called soccer or football...just to stick to the cliche.

hay fever.

another tale of the forest.

a thousand cats and a one-eared dog.

when it's hot...

...we go to the lake.