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

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 9


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 featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.)


'000’ Gypsy dialled into her boyfriend Dave’s phone as she lurched from side to side with each bend of Strathalbyn Road.  Speeding in front of her was a grey wagon, and as she waited for someone to answer her call she saw a white figure moving in the back window.

“He’s conscious!” she exclaimed, but no sooner had she said it than the wagon began to edge further and further away.
“Looks like they’ve under-drugged him”, said Dave, looking very lovable in his How To Host A Murder costume combined with well-worn Pacman cap.  “Maybe that means they weren’t planning on travelling too...”
“Police, please!” Gypsy’s voice interrupted. “I’d like to report a kidnapping… Traeger Jackson… T..R..A..E…er, yes, er, no… what? No, we’re behind them, currently approaching Echunga.  Hang on, can’t you despatch someone??”  Seconds later she hung up.
“What did they say?” asked Dave. 
“Well, they were confused”, Gypsy replied.
“That’s because Traeger isn’t really Traeger!” Dave pointed out.
“No, it wasn’t that – he was in the system as Traeger.  But they said he has a red alert next to his name, or something.  Not helpful!”

At this point the wagon had disappeared from sight and they reached the Meadows turnoff with no clue as to the direction it had taken.  They sat uselessly at the intersection, with precious seconds passing.  Suddenly there was a loud noise to the right and a motorcycle pulled up alongside Dave’s window.  


The rider removed his helmet and Gypsy gasped.  “TRAEGER!!  How did you..??” 

“I’m not Traeger”, he said.
“Well, ANDREW then!” Gypsy said sarcastically, having just discovered hours earlier that her ex-boyfriend was not who she thought he was.
“I’m not Andrew either.  Look, there isn’t much time.  I can find Traeger, OK?  He’s chipped and I can get his location.”
“He’s chipped??  Hey, who ARE you?!!” Gypsy demanded. 
“My name is Ron.  I’m Andrew’s…Traeger’s… twin brother.”
“Ah, of course” Gypsy nodded knowingly.  “There’s always a twin in these things.  I suppose you’re evil as well, are you?”
Ron looked at her quizzically and adjusted the collar of his Billabong feather-patterned shirt, and she decided he mustn’t have watched many soapies.
“Nevermind”, she said.  “What do we do now?”
“Follow me. I might need some backup.”
He sped off.  Dave looked at Gypsy.  “So you want me to continue with this pursuit of your deceitful and chipped exboyfriend ?” he asked. 

“Um, yes?” said Gypsy.  So Dave kicked the little red car into gear and followed.  Twenty minutes later they pulled into an obscured track in an unmade road reserve lined with dense Cup Gums.
“On foot from here”, said Ron as he disembarked and looked disapprovingly at Gypsy’s heels.  “We’re at least fifteen minutes behind them though, so we’d better run!”
Gypsy and Dave followed Ron across the paddocks to a deserted barn.  

Around the back was a door.  Ron opened it slowly and they peered in… 

Gypsy gasped (again).  Ron swore quietly. “They’ve got him rigged up to a stretching rack.  It’s a form of torture, with a remote”, he whispered.   They must really want those blueprints!  I just hope we’re not too late!"



Has Traeger already had his arms ripped off under his (quite fetching) black checquered shirt?  (Hopefully not, or he’ll have to be velcroed every day like his counterpart, Sam, and it’s a pain in the arse.)  Or did the crew arrive in the nick of time?  Find out next chapter!

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 8

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 featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.)


Gypsy burst through the front door of the Aldgate Pump Hotel (please excuse costume change – 80s dress sold last weekend), screaming for help. 

There was no point using the pub phone to contact Traeger – his number had just drowned along with her mobile in the flooded Da Loop front window - but maybe she could find some extra manpower to help prevent her ex and his blueprints from falling into evil hands.  

She grabbed the first person she saw.  “I need help!” she gasped. 

“Sorry, babe, I have a gig to do.  They do live music here now, did you catch that news?”

Oh great, thought Gypsy. Everyone is sitting out in the beer garden waiting for the music to start.  I can’t gatecrash that!

There was no time to think - she did a 180 and ran back out the door and across the road in a panic.  Diving through the Da Loop side gate she ran head-on into…
“DAVE!  THANK GOD!” 

“I wondered why you didn’t show up for our How To Host A…” began her boyfriend.
“No time to talk! Traeger is about to arrive here to rescue me and…”
“Rescue you from what? The dinner party??  Traeger… as in your ex???”  puzzled Dave, looking like a bit of a dill in gangster costume plus Pacman cap.
“Well how many Traegers do you know? YES!! Look, any second now he might show up and then…” she was interrupted by a man’s voice calling from behind the shop.
“GYPSY!”
“TRAEGER!!”  She grabbed Dave by the arm and they ran along the shop’s side wall towards the voice.  Gypsy closed her eyes and prayed that they would get to him in time.  Well, and that her size 14 purple 100% silk Brown Sugar party frock ($28) wouldn’t be ripped by the tree branches they were stumbling through.

“ARE YOU OK?!” yelled Traeger.  “I’M SORRY - YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GET DRAGGED INTO THIS!  I CAN EXPLAIN!”
“THAT IS NOT A VERY ORIGINAL LINE!”  Gypsy yelled back while still running.

As they emerged at the rear of the shop Gypsy scanned the creek and stopped dead in her tracks as she locked eyes with the man she had once thought was The One.  Dave promptly smacked into the back of her and nearly lost his beloved Pacman cap in the waterfall, thereby ruining the moment, which was probably just as well.

At the same time, two men jumped from the neighbours’ fir trees and tackled Traeger, covering him with a white sheet and dragging him toward the rear carpark.

“OMG!” gasped Gypsy.  She and Dave scaled the back fence and ran across the Aldgate CafĂ©/Style House bridge just in time to see one of the men forcing Traeger into the back of a grey wagon.

“Quick – look at the car!  Memorise the number plate!” Dave shouted.
“What’s with the wagon?” Gypsy asked.  “These are hardened criminals.  One shot at me. Don’t they know they’re supposed to use a real boot to kidnap people?”
“Maybe they’ve knocked him out with gas so he can’t wave out the window”, Dave suggested, and then squeezed her hand.  “I’m glad you’re still standing (in those lovely Nine West gold and black thongs).  And I can’t wait to hear how you got out of the shooting situation.  But for now get in my car, take my phone and call the cops while I chase!”
Do Dave and Gypsy manage to catch up with the abductors?? 

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In addition to items mentioned above, Gypsy wears green and brown recycled necklace/bracelet set ($12).  Dave wears pre-owned R.M. Williams striped shirt ($10), NWT Dowd corporate pants ($18), spotted Paco Rabanne tie ($4) and own braces and hat.  Abductor looks striking in dark purple pre-owned Kenji shirt, Quiksilver hat, and bad haircut.  Abductor needs to visit MK Cutters Hair Artistry.







  


Friday, December 27, 2019

Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 7

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 featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.)


It wasn’t a good scene in the front window of Da Loop – not only did Gypsy have a gun pointed at her head and floodwater up to her armpits, but her outfit had changed since the last photo!  (Well, people always want to buy what’s on the mannequin or, in this case, mannequins…)

Now looking stunning in 80s black and white, Gypsy recalled her assailant’s recently-completed phone call.  “I’VE GOT THE REDHEAD” he’d barked into the phone.  “IF THOSE BLUEPRINTS AREN’T DOWN AT DA LOOP IN FIVE MINUTES, SHE’S HISTORY!” Gypsy couldn’t work out if he meant that he’d shoot her or she’d drown, so she asked him.
He looked at her blankly.  “Drown, obviously.  Otherwise it won’t look like an accident, will it?”
“I guess not.”

“I paid off a mate in Council to direct stormwater into your shop during this storm. (Or should I say, direct extra stormwater into your shop, ha ha ha.) Everyone will think you were simply trapped inside a flooded building!!” He must have seen Gypsy’s doubtful look, as he added “He’s very reliable, my mate.”
Gypsy stalled for time while her eyes darted around looking for something… anything… that could help her.  She was in it, literally, up to her neck, but it was somewhat comforting to know that he didn’t really want to shoot her.  “Ah… so was that Traeger, er, I mean Andrew, you were talking to? “
“The one and only,” he snarled. 
“Well, you know we’ve split up.  I’ve never seen your blueprints, and he’s not going to come running here to rescue me and bring them to you, so why don’t you just let me go and we can save you from totally ruining your Billabong shirt?”
The man let out a loud laugh.  “I don’t care about the shirt – I bought it cheap, AT YOUR SHOP HA HA HA!”.
“SPIDER!!!” Gypsy suddenly shouted while sending a deliberate glance to the ceiling.  Billabong Man (who was arachnophobic, fortunately)  lost concentration for a fraction of a second as he followed her eyes, and so in one swift move Gypsy grabbed a wooden clog that was floating past (reduced to $14) and dived under the water.  A bullet exploded into the ceiling, then Billabong Man corrected the angle of the gun and aimed into the swirling, muddy water. But he could see nothing.
Underwater, Gypsy clonked the clog hard into the window.  Immediately, water starting pouring through a sizeable hole onto the verandah.  

Gypsy knew she had to move fast or she would become visible to her attacker.  She turned and swam around the back of the gondola while Billabong man spun around and began to search the shop as the water receded.




He skimmed the front of the shop for a sign of red hair, but saw none.  Where the bloody hell is she??  he thought, panicked.  She must have swum down to the back room… 





He waded off past the shop counter and Gypsy grabbed her chance – the water had receded enough such that she could yank open the door under the reduced pressure.

She ran into the street, ditching her disguise and scanning the street for Billabong Man’s accomplices who must surely be hiding in wait for Traeger.  Will he really come to save me?  she wondered.   In any case, he doesn’t need to put himself in danger now that I’ve escaped - but I’ve got to warn him!! She made a beeline for the pub, hoping to use its phone, and screaming for help on the way. (Gypsy’s phone had drowned in the cute $4 black handbag she’d been wearing.) 

But how do you call someone when you can’t remember phone numbers because they only exist as contacts in your phone??  Will Gypsy be able to drum up enough help in the next three minutes to intercept the attackers and save Traeger and the mysterious blueprints??



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 macramĂ© 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!