To continue with the running theme of being on the fringe of robbing a food bank, Julia asked me cut her hair as another cost-effective "aha" idea. As she is a hairdresser, she had very specific instructions about how to cut her hair, making me demonstrate how I hold the scissors as the angle needed to be precise, it's all about the angle. She said, trim the back and take off the length. A consultation which felt as though took hours put me in great preparation to carefully construct my masterpiece...
Not sure what happened, but now she has kind of a bob cut...
I mean it's not like she suffered at the hands of your mum with the kitchen scissors around a pudding bowl, it's just a little shorter than she'd anticipated. My first DIY haircut concluded.
We've moved into our new pad which is so ah-mazing, aside from the bears that greet us at the front door and the raccoons that raid our bin- just at one with nature! Our days have been spent drinking wine in the hot tub, swimming in the pool, as the guy swimming with his kids said behind me in a not so short ear shot "Do you want cocktail, love?"- ah these are the days of our lives. And not to leave out the luxury of living with another female, no more battling the great conundrum of the toilet seat, it's not difficult to comprehend that toilet seats go down, not to pinpoint anyone, Dave and Shane! I think this is one that will never be solved because it's embedded genetic code in men and women with regard to the infamous toilet seat debate.
Aside from the misunderstanding with the toilet seat etiquette, it was a little sad saying good-bye to our home in Creekside where we've spent the last 6 months. On our last night, I was sitting on the bed when I'd caught a glimpse of movement which prompted a quick dive off the bed screaming, countless carpet burn injuries have occurred this way. Our last night in Creekside was spent with me in the closet in my underwear crying and Julia pacing up and down weighing up the logistics of taking on a jumping spider that was flying around from the lamp shade above our bed. Anyone who knows me, knows I'm terrified of spiders to the point of phobia, I suffer a panic attack at the mere mention of a spider, so in mine and Julia's friendship we have the common unspoken rule that it is her role to take care of any spiders, preferably without my knowledge! This co-op took a good 45mins to complete, as Julia was suddenly too scared, nearly in tears saying "I'm sorry, I can't deal with them when they're jumping around." Meanwhile, I'm still in the wardrobe crying in my underwear,pleading for her to get it. After a few deep breaths and squeals, Julz mustered up enough courage to vacuum it up only to find that it was actually a moth caught in a cob web, not quite the jumping spider we were crying in the closet about.
The day before we started moving our things, we started to pack some of our necessities into the van- a pink volleyball, 1 x of my $300 pair of boots, Julia's ski pants and a 16 pk of toilet paper. After debating whether to get my boot out and laughing about who is going to steal my one boot, despite me insisting upon getting the rice crackers out of the car as they may be all too attractive to the homeless...we came down to the van the next morning to find that it had gone. First things first, lets establish whether it was stolen or towed away? The cider intake has certainly robbed us of a few braincells as it took a solid 12hrs to realise that it couldn't have been stolen as the car battery was dead. It was the blind leading the blind. We finally located the car where it was patiently waiting for us at Whistler Towing Company only after we dived into the cider fund- $200 later!! I couldn't part ways with my one boot. As soon as we handed over the money, the guy tried jump starting the van with no luck, after attempting this for 45mins, the van got a little bit of charge. We were instructed to drive straight to our new home as it would likely die any minute. The tow truck company drove behind us as a precautionary measure, to avoid another blond and blonder moment with the car breaking down. Just as we'd pulled into the Tantalus Lodge the car died. Another instance where we had to push past our impatience and wade through yet another learning curve.
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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