The loves, losses and random adventures of Da Loop's mannequins

Monday, November 25, 2019

Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 6

Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began.  Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.

(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)


“You must be soooo relieved that your Mum approves of Dave” puffed Sam as she broke through the pain barrier on the jogging machine, thankfully wearing her comfy Adidas running shorts purchased earlier at Da Loop.  Gypsy and Sam were sharing a few hours with the marvellous staff and machines at Fitness Life Studios Aldgate.   The original purpose was to silence Gypsy’s Mum, but the visit was proving most enjoyable in itself.




“Yes, well you know my Mum – she doesn’t stand for any nonsense.  The fact that Dave has a pronounceable name, an apartment, a job, and a family with which to eat Christmas dinner (and none of them with two heads), starts him high on the scoreboard.”
“Poor Traeger”,  responded Sam in understanding.  “He never stood a chance, did he?  He was too much the Mystery Man.  But I was still surprised when he up and left without warning.”
“Yeah, me too”, nodded Gypsy.  “That whole ‘mechanical assistant drifting from town to town” story didn’t fit him at all.  We’re talking someone who liked to book restaurants a week ahead and used the probability theory to explain why I like sunflowers.”
Gypsy adjusted her Running Bare crop top and Slazenger pants (both bargains at Da Loop) and swapped from the exercise bike to a rowing machine.


 “And he pretended to shun society, but actually he constantly asked me about all my friends – what sports they played and who grew up with who and who got drunk at which party… it’s like he wanted to join in, but when it came down to it he always had an excuse for non-attendance at parties and family gatherings.  I just thought he was a bit self-absorbed, you know?  And who wants to settle down with someone who’s full of himself, or someone with some weird identity crisis, for that matter?”  She sighed, and flopped onto another piece of gym equipment.  When she couldn’t establish its purpose within five seconds, she gave up and kept talking.


“I shouldn’t compare, but it’s so easy with Dave.  Everyone loves him, even Mum’s bloody cat, who hates everybody.  Tonight we’re going to a How To Host A Murder party with some people he randomly met while queuing at the pancake van at the local footy one day – can you believe it??  Ha ha – he’s going to look so hot dressed in the 1920s gangster outfit that the invitation instructed!  He’s wearing braces on his trousers and under that I’m making him wear…”
Sam gave her a sideways glance and cut her off.  “Yeah, yeah, spare the detail and the drool.  You gave me enough hints last week to answer any questions I might have about his sexual prowess.  I don’t need a visual.  Come on, I’ve had enough of getting fit, let’s go down to Da Loop and see if there’s any work going.  It’s been pretty bloody inconvenient having no income through all this flooding.  I know you’ve been occupied with dinner dates and movies and all that cutesy stuff, but I’ve been bored out of my brain.”
The girls got changed and headed to Da Loop.  Sam was interrupted by a phone call from Janet, her mum, asking that she pick up a parcel from the post office before five, so she waved Gypsy goodbye and they parted.
Gypsy wasn’t surprised to find the shop door open and a foot of water lapping at her feet, even though Aldgate had only seen a brief downpour.  For Chrissake!  She thought.  This workplace is soooo dysfunctional!


Suddenly a figure moved toward her from behind the door and she felt something cold press against her temple.













“SIT!!” said a gravelly voice.  She sat.  She felt the water rise past her knees and start lapping at her waist.  
“WHERE are the BLUEPRINTS?” the voice continued.
“Um… what?” asked Gypsy.
“The BLUEPRINTS that ANDREW showed you!  WHERE ARE THEY?”
“Andrew who??  Sorry, I think you have the wrong…”
“YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN!”
“No, I…”
“TRAEGER. ANDREW. Whatever you want to call him!”
“What?!” Gypsy exclaimed, quite confused, and quite wet, as the water was now rising toward her armpits and outside the rain had started falling again.  “Are you telling me that Traeger’s real name is ANDREW?!  Christ, Mum would have a field day if she knew that!”  Gypsy stole a glance at her assailant – a tall man in a black hat, loud surf shirt, G-Star RAW jeans (all also available at Da Loop), and dark sunglasses.
“Don’t MESS with me, SISTER!!  If you aren’t going to tell me where those blueprints are, I’ll make your boyfriend bring them straight to me!  Hope you’re good at holding your breath!”
The man took out his phone and dialled.

What the f… is going on??  Why is Da Loop flooding after a seemingly normal rainfall event??  Why is there a strange man in the shop?  Why did Andrew pick such a dumb name as an alias?  What are the blueprints?  Which boyfriend is he talking about? And wouldn’t it have been more practical if Gypsy had changed into the hot pink Seafolly swim skirt instead of the Stella dress (dress $14 – bargain!)??
Tune in next time for the answers to some of these intriguing questions…

And come down to Da Loop for some post-flood shopping. xxx


Saturday, November 2, 2019

Back to the start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 5

Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began. Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.

(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)

Gypsy was in the middle of a dream.  It was a very persistent dream, about a relentless waterfall.  In fact it was so persistent, and so relentless, that it was becoming quite irritating.  She awoke with a start to find that she was completely busting for the loo.  This was expected, considering her circumstances (i.e. locked in the cellar of an op shop overnight).  She jumped out of her makeshift bed and dashed to the window where, when she looked up, she could see the sun rising through the grating that led to the street above.  She opened the window while dancing about in a frenzy and hollered ‘IS ANYONE THERE???!!’, and then nearly peed her pants when a man’s voice came back from seemingly right on top of her: “SHIT! You scared the living WHATSITS out of me!!”

“Oh wow, sorry.”
“Where are you?! Are you a damsel in distress?”
“Um… yes? I’m stuck in this cellar.  Where did you come from?  Can you get me out? I really need to get out!”
She could now see a man’s shoe above her head.

“Hang on, I’ll just go get some tools from my car.”
The shoe disappeared.
Geez, he’d better hurry! Gypsy thought as tears sprung from her eyes in response to her ballooning bladder.  She looked down and realised she was still wearing a rather loud vintage coat, so she quickly discarded it and then listened to the mystery man banging around and swearing above her head.

Finally an arm reached down into the window space.  

Gypsy grabbed the arm and was hauled up into the street, where she was seated on a random piece of log.  The rescuer looked at the dishevelled redhead he’d just pulled out of the hole in the ground.



“Cripes”,  he said. “You look quite shaken and green.  Have you been trapped down there for days with no food and water??  Are you OK? Should I take you to hospital??”

“Ah… no.  I was just in there for one night.  And, um, I had a pile of clothes to play with.  Quite fun, actually.  It’s just… well… I’m so busting to wee that I’m about to vomit.  Do you know where the nearest public loo is?  I don’t know this part of town very well.”
The rescuer thought about this.  “Look, the closest loo is at my place.  Here’s my key.  The address is 6 Maple.”  He pointed.  “It’s three streets that way.  I’ve got to stay here for a meeting right now.  But in about an hour I’m free and I’ll make you a coffee if you want to wait for me.”
Gypsy attempted to raise her eyebrows.
“I’m not a murderer” he added.
Concerned look.  Then Gypsy asked “What sort of a meeting are you going to in a PAC-MAN cap?”  (She also made a mental note that he was wearing King Gee workpants, a seemingly necessary element of attire for rescuers in her home-town.)
He quickly pulled the cap off.  “Whoops!  You interrupted my morning routine.” Pause.  “…which”, he continued upon seeing Gypsy’s expression  “ah, involves wearing my PAC-MAN cap until I get to work.  I’m meeting a developer and a Council rep just over there at that intersection.  I’m a traffic engineer.”
Amused, Gypsy stood up and then said “OK, I gotta go!  See you soon” and jogged off down the road.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” she called back over her shoulder.
“DAVE!” yelled Mr PAC-MAN.
“THANKS FOR RESCUING ME, DAVE!”
Two hours later, Gypsy and Dave had polished off a coffee in the loungeroom of his modest apartment and were planning their first date.  Without totally invading his privacy, Gypsy had snooped a little to check the place out before Dave arrived – it was a nice, normal man’s pad.  There was no evidence of additional  inhabitants.  There were footy trophies in the lounge cabinet, empty beer cartons by the back door, vegemite on the bench, and not a vase or cushion in sight.  Promisingly, the toilet seat had been down and she hadn’t seen anything growing in the fridge.  OMG I just HAVE to text Sam!! she had thought at that moment, but had then remembered her handbag and phone were still locked in the Mary Jane Foundation Op Shop.  So instead she had had to withhold her excitement until later that day when she had finally reached Sam’s house and blurted out her story to much giggling and eye-rolling.


Can Gypsy put the past behind her and begin a new chapter with Dave the PAC-MAN cap wearer??

Dave wears Fly 53 Jumper and Quiksilver cap.  Levi’s shirt and Hurley shorts on walls.  Roxy mug, Felix the Cat (and other) ties, and Gypsy’s bracelet also available from Da Loop.
Da Loop decorated fishing rod with or without Shimano reel – great Father’s Day pressie!






Friday, October 11, 2019

Back to the start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 4

Gypsy's Adventures Part 4

Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began!

Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.

(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)


“So I’ve arranged for you to come and volunteer at the Op Shop tomorrow afternoon “ said Gypsy’s Mum to Gypsy over a cup of tea in Da Loop.  “It will be good for you to get out of your jilted doom and gloom and partake in a worthwhile activity while Sam is out of action.  I bumped into Janet in MK Cutters Hair Artistry this morning, and she referred to you as a ‘bad influence’ on her daughter, you know”.“Well, Sam’s hardly going to whinge about my ‘influence’ when it results in her spooning with a sexy SES man, is she?” retorted Gypsy, tossing her flaming red locks back over her shoulder  “I think JANET should CAN IT. And by the way, I hope I get some freebie clothes out of this deal!”

The afternoon shift at the Mary Jane Foundation Op Shop started at 12:30pm.  Gypsy was introduced to a tiny old lady called Lottie, who was in charge of the shop on Wednesdays. “Oh, welcome Geraldine!” she said to Gypsy, as Gypsy cringed.  “It’s wonderful to have someone here whose hips can handle the cellar stairs!” Lottie clapped her hands with delight.  “Would you mind sorting the clothes in the bags down there?  Here, put your handbag in this cupboard and I’ll point you in the right direction.  Oh, and this is Maeve and June who are on the floor today, and there’s the kitchen if you need a cup of tea.”  




And with that, Gypsy was whisked away to the cellar stairs.  She didn’t have the heart to tell Lottie that, considering her legs were locked in a sitting position,  her hips were possibly less well-equipped to handle the stairs than any of the 90-year-old vollies’ hips. 

Down the stairs she ventured!



Gypsy worked hard at sorting and pricing the clothes in the various bags and suitcases.  Of course, many needed trying on first.  (You know, to make sure the zips worked and stuff.)  A fave outfit was the Thompson black and teal skirt, vintage faux fur stole and black wool cap.  Ah, it was almost fun!  Gypsy poked and preened and mixed and matched, only slowing when the inevitable happened and her caffeine levels dropped.  But, actually, it had been a while since she’d heard Maeve and June’s tottery footsteps on the floor above… 

… She reached for the door, but it had locked behind her when she came in.  She knocked, listened, yelled, reached for her phone but remembered it was in her handbag locked in a cupboard, and then decided that it was all ridiculous.  Surely it was only mid afternoon!  How could they have all left? What kind of a shop closed at 3pm???



Damn, NOW how am I going to get coffee??  She thought, suddenly panicked.  Omg, what if I get stuck here ALL NIGHT?? Hang on, what days is this shop open, anyway?  Mum doesn’t work here on Thursdays, does she? Why not? Because it’s SHUT.  Uh-oh…

Gypsy watched the sky turn dark through the grating at the top of the little cellar window.  She also yelled a bit more, out into the street this time, but of course the op shop was located in the back blocks where rent was cheap, so no-one heard.  Feeling rather defeated, she then donned a quaint vintage beanie ($10, Da Loop) and eyed off the preserves on the shelves.

Time ticked by. No one came searching. So Gypsy changed again into a blue vintage coat and tapestry boots (by Caroline Ingham Rhodes), threw a Fletcher Jones navy wool jacket over her knees, polished off some beetroot relish and home-made lemonade for dinner (just my luck - it isn’t alcoholic!) and then lay down to sleep on the cold stone floor.  


It’s a little ironic that thanks to Traeger buggering off I’ve ended up under a bridal veil in a cellar, she thought, uttering a large beetroot relish burp.  He is going to regret it big time if he ever shows his face around here again!



Will Gypsy last the night without needing to pee?  Will there be an op shop volunteer staffing the shop on Friday whose hearing aid has actually been recently serviced, or will she need to be rescued YET AGAIN by a man?  Find out next time…Over tea, Gypsy’s Mum wears pre-owned Cue dress $28, Catherine Manuell Design handbag $25 and bangle $5.  Gypsy wears pre-owned Princess Highway top $6, Next linen pants $15 and bracelet $4.  Around her neck Gypsy wears turquoise lapis lazuli macramé pendant $28 handmade by Sujan Risal. Lottie wears pre-owned Jendi hat and Fuchs Schmitt trench coat.  Red vintage hat and clutch also available at Da Loop.Cellar displays vintage Sirocco snakeskin print leather jacket $ 55 and snakeskin handbag $12, Mesop striped dress $25, A Little Birdie Told Me top/dress $45, One Teaspoon quilted jacket, BVD white sleeveless shirt with button detail on collar and wedding veil (goes with 1960s silk wedding dress $120).




Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Back to the start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 3

Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began!
Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.

(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)



“I don’t know if climbing this bloody great hill on a hangover was such a good idea”, said Sam as she and her best friend Gypsy admired the view and puffed and panted a lot. “Especially after nearly getting washed down Aldgate Creek on the way home.  I’m stuffed!”


“Well”, replied Gypsy, adjusting her Ripcurl daypack . “I have a point to prove to my mother, and considering the alternatives were, like, competing in a marathon or manning the Lions Club barbecue, you should be thanking me for suggesting this little stroll!”

Sam rolled up the cuffs on her French Connection jacket and thought about that for a moment.  The scenery had indeed been amazing -  lots of big rocks (outcrops) and grey, wispy trees (Sheoaks), big furry kangaroos (Euros) and zippy lizards (Spotted Skinks).  “I think your Mum should give you a break.  After all, your boyfriend basically disappeared into thin air when you were so sure he was on the verge of proposing.  Something isn’t right there.  I wouldn’t have picked Traeger as the type to do a runner.”

Gypsy tried to raise her perfectly drawn eyebrows.  “Don’t be so sure about that.” she said.  “Remember, he sort of came out of nowhere.  And he never talked about his family or why he came to Adelaide.  Sure, I thought we had something special going on, but…well… it’s probably a blessing in disguise...hey, WATCH OUT, SAM!!”


Gypsy screamed as the Sheoak branch Sam was leaning on snapped and Sam disappeared over the cliff!

“Gypsy, HEEEELP!!!!”

Gypsy lunged toward the cliff edge.  “OMG SAM!!! Hang on!!  Grab that plant (Sticky Hopbush), and hang on tight while I use my phone to call for help!  Oh no, your tag is showing, your shoulder looks dislocated, and if you fall you will smash into a million pieces and… and…” Gypsy could barely contain her hysterical sobbing, but knew she had to keep her own limbs together if she was to remember how to actually make a phone call instead of sending a text.



Soon after making the call she could hear a chopper in the distance.  It landed on top of the hill and out strode a dashing emergency services bloke (in NWOT King Gee workpants and Gazman shirt).
Sam was too terrified to grab the line that he threw to her.
“She’s frozen! What’s going to happen?!?!” panicked Gypsy.  “Is she going to fall?”
“I’ve got it covered”, said Mr King Gee.  He signalled to the chopper pilot and climbed down over the cliff edge.  Within seconds he had Sam secured tightly to his harnessed body (mmm… flashback of Eric Oldfield in Chopper Squad…) and the helicopter was lifting them back to safety at the top of the hill.

 

Surely a night in with a good book should be next on the cards??
Find out later…
And come down to Da Loop and see Gypsy, Sam and Mr King Gee in their outdoor gear.  In addition to those items already mentioned, Gypsy wears Kathmandu exlight shirt, Pro-lite pants and, er, Tanya’s slippers (because she has permanently pointy feet that don’t do outdoor footwear very well).  Sam wears Jendi cap, Mountain Design shorts, Helly Hansen T-shirt and Birkenstock Footprint shoes.  Mr King Gee wears own shoes, Hi-vis vest, harness and safety helmet.
A special thanks to the Milne-Bentley-Wilson film crew this week.  Always up for a challenge!


Sunday, September 22, 2019

Back to the start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 2

Gypsy's Adventures Part 2

Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began!

Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.

(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)


“So you sat up drinking coffee with your mum at 2am while she bagged your pyjamas and your man, I mean ex-man, instead of sleeping??” pondered Gypsy’s bestie, Sam, while she had another crack at Gypsy’s untameable hair with the dryer. 

“She meant well, really she did”, Gypsy replied.  “She instructed me to go out with my friends, get some exercise, get some Vitamin D, and to reintegrate myself back into the community.  

I decided it all sucked apart from the ‘go out with my friends’ bit, so here I am doing that bit first!”
The girls sipped their drinks thoughtfully, and Sam reattached her bad arm. 
“At least she’s not here trying to dress us for our big night out”, Gypsy pointed out.
“Too true”, agreed Sam. 

“Speaking of, what do you think of this outfit?”
“Awesome.  But I think you need a different handbag.”
“Okay.  And you need more bling.”
“Too easy.  Where would we be without each other?”

 And, with that, the girls headed off to the city by taxi to the Margo & Rita nightclub, slightly dizzy from their five sauv blancs and overdose of toxic hair product.  They danced, giggled and flirted the night through, spilling  many a drink along the way much to the amusement of the barman.  Thoughts of traitor Traeger were indeed far from Gypsy’s mind.



But will Gypsy feel like getting that exercise, Vitamin D, and community feel-good feeling after thirteen drinks??  Find out next week…

This week, Gypsy wears Finders Keepers sequined top, TS black skirt and Leona Edmiston handbag (followed later by a less practical but more glam handbag). Sam wears Metalicus striped top and Jendi black imprinted pants. Barman wears Bertigo orange shirt with paisley trim and vintage waistcoat - all available from Da Loop.


(Above - Gypsy's final choice of handbag. Below - the Margo & Rita nightclub at Da Loop as the night progressed!) 

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Back to the start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 1!

Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began!  

Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.  

(Note, all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.


Gypsy’s Adventures Part 1

In the dark, Gypsy blinked. (This was challenging.)  Through her disheveled chestnut hair she could just make out the far side of the large bed.  The space between was empty.  She blinked again, and reached out her arm.  Yep… no-one there.  Specifically, no tall, dark, handsome man.  Her heart sunk, again.  Fighting back tears, Gypsy closed her eyes and tried to conjure up an image in her mind – of him standing next to the bed looking down at her fondly as she lay there, er… elegantly. 



But Gypsy’s breath caught in her throat as she suddenly sensed a presence in the room.  Gee, either I’m getting very good at this visualisation stuff, or…
Gypsy’s thoughts were severed abruptly by the flash of a torch behind her, and she swung around in terror to see an imposing figure hovering menacingly next to the bed!



“Aaaaaieeeeeeee!!!!!” she screamed, and flung the bed covers toward her attacker.
“Eek!” uttered the figure, and the torch went flying.



“MOTHER!! What are you DOING! It’s the MIDDLE of the NIGHT!!”
“Um, sorry about that, dear” said Gypsy’s startled mum.  “I was just on my way home from book club at Stephanie’s house and I thought I’d drop in and check on you.  I’ve been soooo worried about you, you know, mooning about day and night in those ridiculous pyjamas looking all ‘woe is me’ since HE left. I wanted to make sure you were alright.  It’s not healthy, Geraldine, to lock yourself away like this.”



Gypsy sighed. “Mum, you can say HIS name.  Traeger.  Yes, yes, I know you thought his name was girlie and you’re probably quite relieved he is no longer around , just so you never have to say or spell it again… hey, and by the way, these aren’t ridiculous pyjamas – they’re Peter Alexander and probably as ‘up there’ as the stuff in your wardrobe, so just watch it before you go slamming my style!”

“Yes, well, er… maybe I’ll leave you to your beauty sleep then” said Gypsy’s Mum as she attempted a quick exit before receiving any more of a blasting.
“Well, I’m hardly going to sleep now, am I?!” Gypsy pointed out, and hit the switch on her bedside light.  Come on – I’m happy to be delivered more motherly wisdom as long as it can be done over coffee!”
But can any further ‘motherly wisdom’ drag Gypsy from the depths of her jilted despair??  Find out next week…



This week, Gypsy wears Peter Alexander pyjamas.  Gypsy’s Mum wears pre-owned Tiffany Treloar top, MNG skirt and Marco Polo knit, available from Da Loop.  Glasses mannequin’s own.