Fun Saturday ending @ Mulle Meck.
Drama, hdr and vintage filter.
(Also a vintage Volvo. I remember that panel from my childhood. We drove a Volvo 142 with black vinyl upholstery. Not sitable during sunny summer days.)
cars
No bananas
The beauty of renting a car:
Always clean – no crisps under the chairs or sticky something on carpet.
Smells nice – not a hint of fermenting bananas.
No need for service – I’ll just drive until it stops. Then I call for another one.
I like.
Vintage Tuesday
My blogging inspiration is kind of low atm. Joined “WP blogging 201” (or something) but not sure what I’m expected to do…
Oh well. I take a bite of my fabulous caramel cookie and wish for a miracle.
Carboat
or a boatcar.
However, it’s an old car! A Swedish Volvo with a built-in screen cap.
Oh my, those were the days.
Going to town
‘Honey, I’m going to town to grab a burger. Do you want something while I’m in?’
I just love this man. Calm but yet with an attitude.
Saint of Raggarbil
Greetings from Sala, somewhere in the south-middle-something in Sweden.
Since I’m a small-town-girl the obvious answer to the Daily Post is: Ullis, the saint of Hot Rods.
Instaology 