Hell-mates

That is what we always call helmets.
Mostly because it's slightly silly.
But also because I HATE wearing a helmet on the scooter.
It messes up my hair.
It makes it hard to hear.
It sometimes gives me a headache.

But now we have new totally awesome helmets, which I shall probably still call a hell-mate, even though I like it:
We got them from Korea.

With a little hand-written note, too.
How sweet.





Cute, right?