Yesterday, as I was driving home from work thinking what a great day it was, planning to take outfit pictures of my entry for the Style Imitating Art series that Jess and Salazar are doing (which I had tried to take that morning, but didn’t like), my car made the loudest noise it’s ever made (and my car is pretty darn loud) and started to lurch and grunt in a dangerous way. Thankfully, there were no cars in the lane next to me so I was able to pull over to the side of the road quickly and safely… with no idea what was wrong. All I could think was that my car might explode if I tried to drive it.
That may have been a little overdramatic of me to think, but I know very little about cars other than they shouldn’t be backfiring, lurching, and growling like they’re about to die. My first reaction? Check underneath, open the hood, look at the grime-covered mass of engine components, confirm that I didn’t know anything at all about the workings of a car, and get back in. And proceed to panic.
As in, start to cry even though I knew everything would be fine because I wasn’t actually stranded on the side of the road permanently. I called my mom, and she didn’t answer. I called my mechanic brother, and he didn’t answer, either. I called my husband, and he didn’t answer… but he called back five minutes later, and I proceeded to sob and tell him what had happened, fully aware that this was not as bad of a situation as my emotions seemed to think it was.
Long story short, he came to save me, and my poor car had to be towed to my parents’ house. We’re pretty sure it has to do with the muffler (which is blown completely open) or the transmission… or something wiring-wise. I don’t really know. But my brother will (hopefully) be able to fix it, or fix it well enough to drive it somewhere to be fixed, and for now I get to drive my husband’s beast of a truck.
Which is fun, because the speedometer doesn’t work so I don’t know how fast I’m going. We both have really… um… special cars. They’re both loud, and have many endearing flaws (like windows that don’t roll down, meters that don’t work, gas mileage that kills our paychecks…) and are generally always in need of some sort of fixing.
Suffice it to say, yesterday seemed really great until my car broke down. And I didn’t get to re-take my first Style Imitating Art outfit pictures, which were really spot-on for the picture Jess chose this time. I did find two salveagable pictures, though:
I really loved how that outfit looked, and I thought it was a great match for the picture, considering my closet and how little orange I have now. I used to have a ton, but somehow it’s all disappeared.
I tried to do a second outfit (today’s) for SIA too, and I think it fits, although it’s not quite as good at matching.
Target: tank top
Thrifted: everything else.
Which one do you like better? I can’t decide now, looking at the pictures again. The skirt I’m wearing is one that I’m loathe to get rid of but which I never wear. I’m thinking about hemming it up to the knee and seeing if that makes it more wearable for me, because I’m not fond of this length on myself. But I am in love with the colors (which my husband says remind him of his great-aunt, who loves fur and flashy jewelry), and it actually can be mixed with white, turquoise, blue, yellow, or purple… or any neutral. It just needs hemming.
Along with half of my other skirts. I’m such a slacker.
I hope you all have a beautiful Wednesday!