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.
“Andrew who??  Sorry, I think you have the wrong…”
“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.
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!