tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79156502208056403412024-03-13T22:10:41.497-07:00The MannequinsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-54861051687519842622022-10-04T17:18:00.005-07:002022-10-22T17:38:59.046-07:00Part 17 Gypsy's Final Adventure - wish her good luck!<p><b>Sadly, Da Loop is closing its online 'doors' on Dec 31, and Gypsy and Co. will be out of a job...</b></p><p><b>...but Gypsy's going out with a bang!</b></p><p><b>Gypsy, Dave, Traeger, Sam, Gypsy's Mum, and Louise and Tanya bid you goodbye, and Da Loop thanks all of the wonderful (and extremely tolerant) people who helped with the filming of Gypsy's madcap escapades. We loved every minute of it. (Well, not quite.)</b></p><p><b>Thank you to Valerie and John for the use of their beautiful garden at Kangarilla for these photos.</b></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gypsy's Wedding Album</span></h1><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6Rv_94EdmvM11aaHc7DCQ522I1s9YrlpBcysjnPTHrP7ttCFGmIr1ToU3EgKKBY9mran-ihZ_q1tuU1wIaEjvSnWAZR7PLQGrV6Nl8IppKMjfNRNSN-EwIzllgSWUhJ68IvTUbCd5n6-aVAXwIzw3Dt8nioN7HZRuMgJ364tJOdUDppy-ok_fD-fHQ/s2633/Photo_8.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2633" data-original-width="1941" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6Rv_94EdmvM11aaHc7DCQ522I1s9YrlpBcysjnPTHrP7ttCFGmIr1ToU3EgKKBY9mran-ihZ_q1tuU1wIaEjvSnWAZR7PLQGrV6Nl8IppKMjfNRNSN-EwIzllgSWUhJ68IvTUbCd5n6-aVAXwIzw3Dt8nioN7HZRuMgJ364tJOdUDppy-ok_fD-fHQ/w472-h640/Photo_8.jpg" width="472" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gazman shirt, Da Loop, currently on sale for $7.50!</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Waiting for my guests, FFS... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmAEq_Tunr5h-nqg7odppYIQt309g4-AV-ItmAWOT0gUsf8ESuhD_Rw4GA7LyTsSD2G5lBEz-HiQ4G0FAPRn3sPpqhBlrwQrJr9monwYJjABgsXTn4ZIzD7Z8o2uHEcFp2nvnGrWTnPTY7u3cLout-8Y_lp2wrt6lccgwZrRgK15Fhb_tfyJIVMH-SA/s724/Photo_5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="585" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmAEq_Tunr5h-nqg7odppYIQt309g4-AV-ItmAWOT0gUsf8ESuhD_Rw4GA7LyTsSD2G5lBEz-HiQ4G0FAPRn3sPpqhBlrwQrJr9monwYJjABgsXTn4ZIzD7Z8o2uHEcFp2nvnGrWTnPTY7u3cLout-8Y_lp2wrt6lccgwZrRgK15Fhb_tfyJIVMH-SA/w324-h400/Photo_5.jpg" width="324" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vintage wedding dress, coming soon to Da Loop.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgY4WSyK0chO2gFLDeCde9_zoQZpHpx_DLe6xf3-_bSsncHb_WPzsdjfAs_fDvE2MLHcZ-ucUAeTCqTO4vlnTZ1nSwZOu9fvyFIENlak8AXSkyYmTj15Cqw_g52VnEgRCido999g2P5wkrpZqA_VsjFG4STJMoH4mkrT05PUHTwfxfjAK2Jm7-vcQ3NA/s540/Photo_6.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="303" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgY4WSyK0chO2gFLDeCde9_zoQZpHpx_DLe6xf3-_bSsncHb_WPzsdjfAs_fDvE2MLHcZ-ucUAeTCqTO4vlnTZ1nSwZOu9fvyFIENlak8AXSkyYmTj15Cqw_g52VnEgRCido999g2P5wkrpZqA_VsjFG4STJMoH4mkrT05PUHTwfxfjAK2Jm7-vcQ3NA/w360-h640/Photo_6.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div>Jenen Vintage Prom Dress, Da Loop, $25.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vintage peach satin handbag, Da Loop, $25.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExA2ivok7lt6MkTSsL7jAS5Q-v1DHsFVQXXFhqdOUWAh4BYxx2EpbFWO1U2f_szEPZvACwItXAa8HuHArxFZkt3C6XT8t9qn4CXgq3MsvpI8_PsFxZBGSmId2fZ2nBJFjIvZyqwGwWI1qKdpYimN10FWmWWGb1zvbTTSwUGH5DIkWUpaLk6BwOrTndA/s1080/Photo_12.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExA2ivok7lt6MkTSsL7jAS5Q-v1DHsFVQXXFhqdOUWAh4BYxx2EpbFWO1U2f_szEPZvACwItXAa8HuHArxFZkt3C6XT8t9qn4CXgq3MsvpI8_PsFxZBGSmId2fZ2nBJFjIvZyqwGwWI1qKdpYimN10FWmWWGb1zvbTTSwUGH5DIkWUpaLk6BwOrTndA/w400-h400/Photo_12.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4s091O8mQ6c1SK3LMY2M4x3Z0D355bGEh6vm4BOgcq4RfzMonxHLQdAnTnXQ_UHT4dSYBqJtAwYXpfyuT0ceojrvjdbMpKobUQo2WY7G7kYYBffQMhUHRcx5AUfdQsnFsTkt_kXd3Pc4FQGTq-RyXDo3qsiI1yXoHxT5qwsPjiAAfgK0Bmw3bKR4iGg/s651/Untitled.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="651" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4s091O8mQ6c1SK3LMY2M4x3Z0D355bGEh6vm4BOgcq4RfzMonxHLQdAnTnXQ_UHT4dSYBqJtAwYXpfyuT0ceojrvjdbMpKobUQo2WY7G7kYYBffQMhUHRcx5AUfdQsnFsTkt_kXd3Pc4FQGTq-RyXDo3qsiI1yXoHxT5qwsPjiAAfgK0Bmw3bKR4iGg/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>(Note: all Da Loop stock featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.) </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sam struggled
to see through the haze. She clawed at
the ground, fighting against an enigmatic pull that was sucking her into the
soil. Chaotic swirls and coloured spots
exploded erratically behind her eyelids and in the confusion she vaguely remembered
a fall from a great height (see Episode 14).</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nH4dxw54DwJnEBI-BaHBB0EjoWGAxmCCfU7VbGUKzGBpmJQQpXWQ7y04N7NE_rYhGovm79iAAkWOuHo_aN2jbfwavS2HOShItBxl4Doi9QnAjZa6zifM6hyLn0SLQi-7Y5naRqZS3z9itcj2k14UNT1VNHWHjqkCYFtO3OJ92SfwqDL0O9vI8QpWvw/s3077/_MG_Cemetery.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3077" data-original-width="2661" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nH4dxw54DwJnEBI-BaHBB0EjoWGAxmCCfU7VbGUKzGBpmJQQpXWQ7y04N7NE_rYhGovm79iAAkWOuHo_aN2jbfwavS2HOShItBxl4Doi9QnAjZa6zifM6hyLn0SLQi-7Y5naRqZS3z9itcj2k14UNT1VNHWHjqkCYFtO3OJ92SfwqDL0O9vI8QpWvw/w346-h400/_MG_Cemetery.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">All of a
sudden there was a loud ‘whoosshh!!’, the force reversed and she was propelled from
the earth’s surface at great speed and through the cold mist for an
indeterminate time… then her flight slowed and the fog cleared and she found
herself looking upon a tragic sight – two young people dressed in black standing
by a headstone. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">She
squinted. Hang on, one of the young
people was HER! Wtf?? Why was she in a cemetery, with Gypsy’s ex, and…
eek! With a poncy hat on?? <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">She squinted
again, and then sucked in her breath in disbelief when she read the inscription
on the headstone. Her best friend,
Gypsy, was DEAD!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C_2KyZK7TvcgLfW5LUkUFDfQsltLyffYPHpRO0xWDbQDrtIP24ZhpkhtibnpT0U_vj96BbJ3nXGsbWtx8L9UXpe9kCbU2LcJhR8lB1p-6Fp4G01HW9YcVnJrVpFrW_TKMZifKPmX2d56w0euleATwBNKepsZSxN47VALR8NPJJAPaSrTsN-eseXM9g/s4608/_MG_headstone.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C_2KyZK7TvcgLfW5LUkUFDfQsltLyffYPHpRO0xWDbQDrtIP24ZhpkhtibnpT0U_vj96BbJ3nXGsbWtx8L9UXpe9kCbU2LcJhR8lB1p-6Fp4G01HW9YcVnJrVpFrW_TKMZifKPmX2d56w0euleATwBNKepsZSxN47VALR8NPJJAPaSrTsN-eseXM9g/s320/_MG_headstone.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">After some
hyperventilation the cemetery scene was replaced by a vivid and gruesome image
of Gypsy - crushed, lifeless (even moreso than usual) beneath a large tree limb. And equally upsetting – Gypsy’s frock was in
ruins and her Bally handbag (Da Loop, $90) was lying in the dirt.</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTapIpwxQTvdDEPJZVgUQas8YFJ9y8Apc3bC8aCT3xj464QFCBFUfoKEkMMPyEgYgw9nu3baI_ofniwwMvNLn9Bnnibk438apL5EcesP71fb3IG19dYyMEbSRSEs6Oo4F0OwjXkRKfVrELtPqMycOIoLH3-p3onmX1Fez3Iprz0hIf1BzVTsVs0-dBug/s4608/tree.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTapIpwxQTvdDEPJZVgUQas8YFJ9y8Apc3bC8aCT3xj464QFCBFUfoKEkMMPyEgYgw9nu3baI_ofniwwMvNLn9Bnnibk438apL5EcesP71fb3IG19dYyMEbSRSEs6Oo4F0OwjXkRKfVrELtPqMycOIoLH3-p3onmX1Fez3Iprz0hIf1BzVTsVs0-dBug/w400-h300/tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sam screamed
and found herself travelling swiftly through the air again, the fog wrapping
and flapping around her as she flew. Suddenly
with a gasp she opened her eyes to a concerned and quite hairy face peering at
her from above.</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMm3CX0Di2A-fWNWYdzKTvU41nRq7YcHeO5DoBGgiFQNxq0BjWyTyCNOeGMYNAiFpnwF43ag1I4kkX58epUjD3gbPO8Cv9ShhQfFtF0BH3i1I9NG4tPmMKfkwfK7eiAzf9AIm-epJtWCruwIazzePqwbG5YP24tJBHAfB9ilwx_O5ZY7DMFDFtvooqSA/s4000/P1350593.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMm3CX0Di2A-fWNWYdzKTvU41nRq7YcHeO5DoBGgiFQNxq0BjWyTyCNOeGMYNAiFpnwF43ag1I4kkX58epUjD3gbPO8Cv9ShhQfFtF0BH3i1I9NG4tPmMKfkwfK7eiAzf9AIm-epJtWCruwIazzePqwbG5YP24tJBHAfB9ilwx_O5ZY7DMFDFtvooqSA/w400-h300/P1350593.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">‘Sam! Are
you OK? I think I had better get you home…’<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">She jolted
upright in a panic. ‘JJ! I need a phone,
I have to call Gypsy! OMG OMG OMG!!’ <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Her camping
buddy obediently pulled Sam’s phone from her own pocket and silently handed it
to her, sensing that ‘keep your hair on!’ was not going to be an effective line
here. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">‘Siri!! Call Gypsy NOW!!’ shrieked Sam at the phone. Siri promptly sent Gypsy a text telling her
she was a cow, but by then Sam had found Gypsy in her message stream and hit
the ‘call’ button herself…</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFcIgenNC0piqK6R06sBgLwIPKq5A3orsebFFH7H4YxDjg5Gu4MnaDHPr2zzUCFb2Tke7PBZOIaOWVWO2nLibS9OxaK2XHgRXWs0pYSZrvF3x2HkSVk4Uf-KACCk1NyZdp-ZjfLxEW37qp68ztc51fBc5Pw_bMe9wzNf8YvocRWtaJKRvN9XWzyaakA/s640/S%20on%20phone.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFcIgenNC0piqK6R06sBgLwIPKq5A3orsebFFH7H4YxDjg5Gu4MnaDHPr2zzUCFb2Tke7PBZOIaOWVWO2nLibS9OxaK2XHgRXWs0pYSZrvF3x2HkSVk4Uf-KACCk1NyZdp-ZjfLxEW37qp68ztc51fBc5Pw_bMe9wzNf8YvocRWtaJKRvN9XWzyaakA/s320/S%20on%20phone.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">‘Shall I or
shan’t I?’ Gypsy pondered when her ringing phone interrupted the juicy dialogue
that had been iterating in her head while she sat dreamily on a park bench
eating her lunch. She had just dropped
Dave home after their weekend getaway involving sun, swimming, sex and a
marriage proposal, and didn’t feel like being jerked back into reality by a
phone call. She glanced at the screen –
it was Sam. Well, of course THAT was
different – she had <i>gossip</i> to share
and hadn’t talked to Sam in ages!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">
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from the bench and stepped out (in her Docs) into the open to take the call,
but all she managed was ‘Sam! I have to tell…’ when there was an enormous <i>CRACK</i>!!! and <i>THUD</i>!!! followed by a scream from the phone (which she dropped in
shock). A huge tree branch was now lying
across the bench in the <i>exact</i> spot
where Gypsy had been sitting five seconds before!</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3hs8NS_TS_b0fxFoHBnfP2LmSoDaXBPLKyzIdvQpU7vQ7VLiDydIFNEhGnTW0ZEnP5inLQjte8ZnZr4YsmQ_aCRQcT3V1x2Q9mwp_tPgKvDyNrNIuchjDPopIcUmjv_l43mmrSTKulbhsvs2-DG7kIlXW0QpVgoY0inRKNSN3s48aAN2SuFNFW3Mnw/s4608/_MG_G%20on%20phone.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3hs8NS_TS_b0fxFoHBnfP2LmSoDaXBPLKyzIdvQpU7vQ7VLiDydIFNEhGnTW0ZEnP5inLQjte8ZnZr4YsmQ_aCRQcT3V1x2Q9mwp_tPgKvDyNrNIuchjDPopIcUmjv_l43mmrSTKulbhsvs2-DG7kIlXW0QpVgoY0inRKNSN3s48aAN2SuFNFW3Mnw/s320/_MG_G%20on%20phone.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY64f9KhhcuYrnG2Krhi1tnFgZHBdpn99DPxN7ic_jWsg2dCED9F-jn9wKSXhaz4d-fmybf4JXofgqq2kvjrhqmR2vUH-NqP4D9RC2QGrk9kyhPFW7XFqFrH3ejA2MMFi80H83geITDrmrji0BhbkaUQU145GU0SVbeZZCkdEZ9OHP3jnzjtHO-uoJbA/s4608/_MG_tree%20missing%20G.jpg" style="clear: right; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY64f9KhhcuYrnG2Krhi1tnFgZHBdpn99DPxN7ic_jWsg2dCED9F-jn9wKSXhaz4d-fmybf4JXofgqq2kvjrhqmR2vUH-NqP4D9RC2QGrk9kyhPFW7XFqFrH3ejA2MMFi80H83geITDrmrji0BhbkaUQU145GU0SVbeZZCkdEZ9OHP3jnzjtHO-uoJbA/w200-h150/_MG_tree%20missing%20G.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">After what
seemed like an age, a shaken Gypsy picked up her phone (from which she could
hears screams and sobs emanating) and said tearfully and gratefully to Sam: <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">‘Babe, omg,
you just saved my life. I was a total
goner. I can’t believe you rang right at that second, almost like you KNEW! I
am sooooo sorry I have been self-absorbed and busy chasing criminals and
juggling men and not paying us any attention.
YOU are the most important person in my life and the best bestie ever!!
And, look, I know this will sound even more self-centred, but I’m getting
married and, well, would you be my maid of honour?’</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sam sent her
biggest grin through the phone to Gypsy.
She was alive!! And as maid of
honour Sam knew she would get to drink champagne, wear an awesome get-up and receive
a lot of male attention! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Suddenly she
was feeling better -things were going to be JUST FINE.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">But who’s to say the
bridesmaid dresses won’t be bloody awful??<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">
</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Find out soon!</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">A
big thank you to <u>Kayla</u> for this Episode’s photos! </span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><b></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-63937036274417750042021-12-11T18:27:00.006-08:002021-12-11T18:43:23.242-08:00Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 15<p> </p><h4>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.</h4><div><b>(Note: all Da Loop stock featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.) </b></div><div><br /></div><div>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After a
failed attempt to break into a sweat in the tube sauna (predictably so), Gypsy
was floating in another universe, colours swirling behind her permanently open
eyelids, in the midst of an in-house massage at Maslin Beach Healthy Stay. The romantic getaway was to celebrate a year
since she and Dave had first met.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiY3NgnP9SdoKOfF9_MX-WNXYDMP8iVkmeUbz-PsUDBX2Zh3UYiGzsHWuONeYdD1FhE1NyvBa5MzOj6Acsq-QHdznARthhXxTSC8m_MWW0UUndaQ2yUhPvYY23vw1X4wIvyWnn3Vfy-jueBJJF6_9ikcj3U8Ob6VxFO4HBsdkyWnuSzhcckIGWglE_2fg=s800" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiY3NgnP9SdoKOfF9_MX-WNXYDMP8iVkmeUbz-PsUDBX2Zh3UYiGzsHWuONeYdD1FhE1NyvBa5MzOj6Acsq-QHdznARthhXxTSC8m_MWW0UUndaQ2yUhPvYY23vw1X4wIvyWnn3Vfy-jueBJJF6_9ikcj3U8Ob6VxFO4HBsdkyWnuSzhcckIGWglE_2fg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxltC90XuxMniLfBuGg0R9c2qXjTBgJw3js_78cRpE-bkOvEVT2UU7XQJ7h4bwBwDDNhN2B8wpO0duwzfvwOY18No5vv3SefQ6RP-N3tkLk4ufxD7SIGtKgO4Bs-hBVAncgs7n90QAjwiJW6OyvCUEU3WHROy-4GU4nWlGpbNN964J17N0bsO9BLQYTQ=s666" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="666" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjxltC90XuxMniLfBuGg0R9c2qXjTBgJw3js_78cRpE-bkOvEVT2UU7XQJ7h4bwBwDDNhN2B8wpO0duwzfvwOY18No5vv3SefQ6RP-N3tkLk4ufxD7SIGtKgO4Bs-hBVAncgs7n90QAjwiJW6OyvCUEU3WHROy-4GU4nWlGpbNN964J17N0bsO9BLQYTQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">While her
thighs were being pummelled and her chakras aligned, Gypsy fondly recalled her
first sighting of Dave (a cellar rescue – see Gypsy’s Adventures Pt 5)<br /><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a moment
of clarity, she realised there was an important task at hand this weekend…<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-mqOC3oNtVReHf8CAU8KFe2A1-EjVAi0qEOK1R-sm018oQ0qct9cEwdLxKUJQUdq47WYRFL4gU4Kv-T05bBC1_5w3QhfOY5xnyrjtk3qmnnhwtKNtoDq41oDRAN83jumHmUGu-ijQa4j5_A0FkkWS67Vs77C5Y6_rS96oFOfK394rJbp9QBWdesf8-Q=s640" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrij3UDRzmyAcjmlJEWwusxXidLTK3HsnKDKbCcjnFwqwpBOn7auM8Enis5y1uTtn3eJnm8K1GhH3jshVL0VZV5ExjvrWi2Xc1D7HW47jTcOyTtSDgZCqoBrKf-iBAfhH6chqRWGF9l7P4rm0TWbV1TDe6XK8BuBp_T4Td156STy6vZaK2Qsap2PVe_g=s1280" style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhrij3UDRzmyAcjmlJEWwusxXidLTK3HsnKDKbCcjnFwqwpBOn7auM8Enis5y1uTtn3eJnm8K1GhH3jshVL0VZV5ExjvrWi2Xc1D7HW47jTcOyTtSDgZCqoBrKf-iBAfhH6chqRWGF9l7P4rm0TWbV1TDe6XK8BuBp_T4Td156STy6vZaK2Qsap2PVe_g=s320" width="320" /></a>Gypsy
emerged from the massage room and poured herself a Martin Miller gin (because
she has impeccable taste). The
sun-drenched deck with views of the crystal-clear ocean beckoned to her and she
sat, deep in thought for a few minutes…</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;">(A bit later…)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; font-size: small; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh58--Dx1jlycR1nAwcPO5z7MqnmK1WYV5K3Csq2CDmn1eHV-YfeWaLaSlduxcL_2mL7evRsCxLhdKcDLPtMkWSaXkcSHq5nznHc2Iwq8O65ohxmoqxtW1ZvsEl9ftqgG52Q3Hnu1TY9d172iarvv_Q3NFZxTm5ENaNtA_vhaxxanW5XN0lCCpyJ_JGmQ=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="964" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh58--Dx1jlycR1nAwcPO5z7MqnmK1WYV5K3Csq2CDmn1eHV-YfeWaLaSlduxcL_2mL7evRsCxLhdKcDLPtMkWSaXkcSHq5nznHc2Iwq8O65ohxmoqxtW1ZvsEl9ftqgG52Q3Hnu1TY9d172iarvv_Q3NFZxTm5ENaNtA_vhaxxanW5XN0lCCpyJ_JGmQ=w301-h400" width="301" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span>“Hey, Babe!
I think I can feel a stretch in my leg somewhere!” called Dave as they tested
out the exercise equipment on their way for a swim.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span>Gypsy gave
him a ‘Der, you’re a mannequin’ look (this happens often) and plonked herself
on the leg lift machine. Standing around
in shop window displays for a living promotes good leg musculature, and after she’d
counted 200 leg lifts Dave got sick of waiting for her and headed for the sand,
trying not to scare any small children in the playground on the way past. But then, sitting on the beach by himself he
realised that five minutes without Gypsy was five minutes of significantly diminished
fun and significantly diminished meaning, and he decided he needed to do
something about it…</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span>Gypsy
bounced her way down the stairs to the beach and sat her Stevie May-adorned bod
(fringed top, $30) next to Dave on the sand.
Never one to time-waste, she straight away began digging around in her
peach Sportsgirl shorts pocket (sz 11, $10).</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-qjcs70rKQ3GGKMDj5hff7wrCW4XGlEmFcyJvxdqAk9x7kkUDnG1jRpmnhLvEY2HMaw1EuiKOgqLz64SFSc9F_J2FkBbfHF9Y0u6AEp0dXFBzjBlrqe57qHbABB3yYpEqpT9_ddtI7EoFjbbGcUw38M-5yRQ1wkPKRVdA8YkSr75Qzvov7GBQCfZVQA=s1944" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="1944" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-qjcs70rKQ3GGKMDj5hff7wrCW4XGlEmFcyJvxdqAk9x7kkUDnG1jRpmnhLvEY2HMaw1EuiKOgqLz64SFSc9F_J2FkBbfHF9Y0u6AEp0dXFBzjBlrqe57qHbABB3yYpEqpT9_ddtI7EoFjbbGcUw38M-5yRQ1wkPKRVdA8YkSr75Qzvov7GBQCfZVQA=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p></div></div></span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Gypsy…” “Dave…” said Dave and Gypsy simultaneously.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You go”
said Dave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“No, you go”
said Gypsy. “I’m trying to find
something.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Well, what
I wanted to ask was…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Ah! HERE it
is! Da-daa! Will you marry me??”</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAlgc6C5NbT-9bi7QOeEzOMII2X0B2l3iJntUTh_0L5oJvgTRqgXUcnCvVO5amgLYh-DzH-YjAHS60626mx4gL6_6_JEROlLodEDxoCxd-ctq3C3AF-F6RRDjlKa0XPT3wfqNblbADkuyEeq4voiL8YqNGJdodfQ151gjAoAzcW317IKA8jzRhIl5xTw=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="854" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAlgc6C5NbT-9bi7QOeEzOMII2X0B2l3iJntUTh_0L5oJvgTRqgXUcnCvVO5amgLYh-DzH-YjAHS60626mx4gL6_6_JEROlLodEDxoCxd-ctq3C3AF-F6RRDjlKa0XPT3wfqNblbADkuyEeq4voiL8YqNGJdodfQ151gjAoAzcW317IKA8jzRhIl5xTw=w429-h640" width="429" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“What?! Hang on! You stole my line!” exclaimed Dave
incredulously. Confused, he watched as
Gypsy slipped a slim blue band on his finger.
Even more confused, he said “Gypsy.
This is a mood ring.” (Butterfly design, $4.)</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPDm5NjA0cT09ll4vY8leG9nwIzVTGrCf3uR-v78wDmmUSaTc1gtu16fc1IqRcRyKx7Vi6bH-AJywtZtN1yyKGJrhkuzUQ3CPG1Z5GKQq12koyQgiYkL8HhHn3T2zmC__YngRhJkOLmbyOAF-Y0MF1X9MvSaVy2k3bNk0j2MJn0jiAdvyUTCna0GIS_w=s700" style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="700" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPDm5NjA0cT09ll4vY8leG9nwIzVTGrCf3uR-v78wDmmUSaTc1gtu16fc1IqRcRyKx7Vi6bH-AJywtZtN1yyKGJrhkuzUQ3CPG1Z5GKQq12koyQgiYkL8HhHn3T2zmC__YngRhJkOLmbyOAF-Y0MF1X9MvSaVy2k3bNk0j2MJn0jiAdvyUTCna0GIS_w=w200-h104" width="200" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;">She said
“So?”</span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Well, don’t
you know how they work?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Of course I
do, silly! They don’t really change
colour with your mood, they change colour with your changing skin temperature.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Dave’s turn
to give Gypsy a ‘Der, you’re a mannequin’ look.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Anyway”,
she pouted, “you haven’t answered my question.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“That’s
because it’s MY question!” He also pouted.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Well, yes”,
said Gypsy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Yes?! Hang
on, are you agreeing that it was my question or are you saying that you’ll
marry me?” asked Dave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Both”,
Gypsy replied. Then she put her head in
her hands.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“I think I
just answered my own proposal.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Yes!” exclaimed
Dave.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">“Are you
saying that you’ll marry me or are you just agreeing that I answered my own
proposal?” asked Gypsy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Dave
grinned. Gypsy squealed. There were a few playful punches, a
lightning-quick pash, and then they hit the water, laughing and splashing as
all couples who are madly in love but don’t feel the cold do. </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiylfkF0s5_uXKFgEX3F8o_OOvykr4m8a9wmb2v6a2cF4Tuib9AVsaCOamXt91lgCLrPzN9GQcOHdbpIYdcZiLht8K1wItKfHwiwqnYg63eFFuB9AWsHtfb3JnnMOEWLaq4qLqZQHLtKaLocF6To8Zb3mfZuvJ7zY8VI9MrnvRSfdCNsq0HYovh71edJg=s1280" style="font-size: small; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1280" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiylfkF0s5_uXKFgEX3F8o_OOvykr4m8a9wmb2v6a2cF4Tuib9AVsaCOamXt91lgCLrPzN9GQcOHdbpIYdcZiLht8K1wItKfHwiwqnYg63eFFuB9AWsHtfb3JnnMOEWLaq4qLqZQHLtKaLocF6To8Zb3mfZuvJ7zY8VI9MrnvRSfdCNsq0HYovh71edJg=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And we will
leave them there for now. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCHU9f-brpeqjPJeaN2fPo_4DMT1U2GujVjeibF_1ct_ENufjGa2cLyw66XFXA8kg3h6sNNmLpxaV1FLIhB8efp7pzy2tLecEr6VMQj8orWH8oMs2nO2rEckgi1G7zhSb3X8A6IXrdfKvq0_I2PFK0G-S-uljnE5rRFx1azEPRsttXjwNoTTUfKrrdqQ=s1280" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1280" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCHU9f-brpeqjPJeaN2fPo_4DMT1U2GujVjeibF_1ct_ENufjGa2cLyw66XFXA8kg3h6sNNmLpxaV1FLIhB8efp7pzy2tLecEr6VMQj8orWH8oMs2nO2rEckgi1G7zhSb3X8A6IXrdfKvq0_I2PFK0G-S-uljnE5rRFx1azEPRsttXjwNoTTUfKrrdqQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Hang on, what’s that
splash? Where’s Dave’s arm gone?? OMG is
it a SHARK??! Or just a prop
malfunction?? Ha ha ha, find out next time!<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">In addition to the
items already mentioned, Gypsy wears bikini top $10, and carries beach tote $10
and own thongs. Dave wears Hurley
T-shirt (XL, $10) and own bucket hat.
Well, actually, it’s Jo’s bucket hat because Tanya left Dave’s Pacman
cap home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Sincere thanks to this
episode’s crew: Jo, Sarah, Tara and Les, and to Bryony, Louise and Mel for
laughing in the right places when shown the photos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Note: we were going to film Gypsy and Dave on
the nudey bit of Maslin Beach but then decided it was a bit pointless seeing as
the point of Da Loop is to sell clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">xxx</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><p></p></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-16482717100804890922021-08-22T00:56:00.006-07:002021-08-22T01:01:16.269-07:00Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 14<p> </p><h4>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.</h4><div><br /></div><h4>(Note: all Da Loop stock featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.) </h4><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sam was a
little over hearing about her best friend Gypsy’s perilous activities and
associated explosion of male attention.
In fact, she had accepted an invitation from her childhood friend, JJ,
to go camping with some of the old school gang just to have a short break from
Gypsy’s perpetual joy. The gruelling window-modelling career that Sam and Gypsy
shared was challenging and exhausting enough without jealousy compounding the
problem… <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After flopping
into her camp chair and finding that she couldn’t get up again, Sam realised that
she must have been near breaking point when had she received JJ’s text.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Never mind that everyone except JJ had come
down with the flu the day before the trip (problem: Sam had planned to
gate-crash the girls’ tent as she didn’t have one of her own), and never mind
that JJ, the once tiny and timid bookworm, was now a 6 foot 6 barefoot and
bearded barrel of muscle (possibly axe-murderer) – none of this was going to
stop her from getting a little R & R!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She poured herself a celebratory gin and tonic...<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAzPYqN1xR21ehyphenhyphencXrIhRFrvoIMlLHPOOaMkJty0Jd92lrE9B_uAaKbpSKxyQ5bL5CBXJjzSOMEaNlMITKiXRRXP1U_HpOVjLIgwNM4WCZzaO2Bf-7Nj8CbMGL_S4CrSxM02xBT4jHtcs/s800/P1350601.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAzPYqN1xR21ehyphenhyphencXrIhRFrvoIMlLHPOOaMkJty0Jd92lrE9B_uAaKbpSKxyQ5bL5CBXJjzSOMEaNlMITKiXRRXP1U_HpOVjLIgwNM4WCZzaO2Bf-7Nj8CbMGL_S4CrSxM02xBT4jHtcs/w400-h300/P1350601.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iyBJVO3DfVU1Cr85madQ9X5Y_Aa0DMxCqxLYxqog-HyEQLV-_Gann75iFb0zUPk_mXDOvAY1IRmv1EsVeQK7nGhdtkpwaJWBKDkTXFFnHrcd0cMe9rJ_AFLcAtY5oVi1J_7lelDbCQUj/s800/P1350594.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iyBJVO3DfVU1Cr85madQ9X5Y_Aa0DMxCqxLYxqog-HyEQLV-_Gann75iFb0zUPk_mXDOvAY1IRmv1EsVeQK7nGhdtkpwaJWBKDkTXFFnHrcd0cMe9rJ_AFLcAtY5oVi1J_7lelDbCQUj/s320/P1350594.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A little
later, Sam asked JJ if she could help with dinner. (She was feeling a little guilty for not
having brought much food to contribute.)<o:p></o:p></span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Look,
you’re welcome to half my Trangia stew if you’re too stuffed to cook”, JJ offered
kindly while passing her a glass of red.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“You know,
that would be just too awesome, if you’re sure you won’t go hungry”, said
Sam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“But just watch out it doesn’t turn
into bilby stew!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They both chuckled and
the bilby scampered off. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“I have a
huge bag of marshmallows to fill any gap in my stomach”, replied JJ with a
grin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Yg3oDnieH6d4Jxw5wa35xelHKgCQjdnCh8PbTctjXnCPqUgZhxdAgtRM4nd_uH0pW0suqi5U0pWkI5R7LOa9MYCVnem4QbX4FwOXzq3NvGIkoSI6v5y-7WvFKSoiP2StBOMXIEclrFBS/s800/P1350603.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Yg3oDnieH6d4Jxw5wa35xelHKgCQjdnCh8PbTctjXnCPqUgZhxdAgtRM4nd_uH0pW0suqi5U0pWkI5R7LOa9MYCVnem4QbX4FwOXzq3NvGIkoSI6v5y-7WvFKSoiP2StBOMXIEclrFBS/s320/P1350603.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">So Sam ate
and drank, and as the sun began to set more wildlife gathered around, admiring
her politically correct faux fur Sportsgirl vest (XS-S, $20) and Earth vegan
shoes ($30) (worn with FCUK tee, Levi jeans and silk beanie).</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">At one stage she got up, pulled out one weedy
African Daisy and collapsed back into her chair feeling dizzy.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sensing that she needed some spoiling, JJ fed
her toasted marshmallows from his state-of-the-art four-pronged marshmallow
stick, and Sam soon began to feel a little heady from the smoke, wine and
sugar.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">So much so that she decided that:</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">a)<span style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> a) </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;">a strange khaki vest worn without
undergarment was a fashion statement;<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">b)<span style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> b) </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;">she needed to be prostrate; <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">c)<span style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> c) </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;">she needed to be prostrate, but was
not THAT exhausted that she didn’t start to wonder if R.M. Williams zippers
were of superior quality to those sewn into other men’s brand jeans, and
whether or not she might be able to test that out while she was prostrate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a
nutshell, she was horny.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMCgGWDjVyUJEsv_n9xTjrRW98EL1fDbeirdLliCEkTe9xIC-zMnKDG0ca2_xsN6MKvN1_xEKUQaanOnke3GiH_0kINh2sY8gENEEXDKA2zoGn-vLNkzDygmRzj5XrjTCALZXdH3_BE9t/s800/P1350576.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMCgGWDjVyUJEsv_n9xTjrRW98EL1fDbeirdLliCEkTe9xIC-zMnKDG0ca2_xsN6MKvN1_xEKUQaanOnke3GiH_0kINh2sY8gENEEXDKA2zoGn-vLNkzDygmRzj5XrjTCALZXdH3_BE9t/w320-h240/P1350576.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But morning
broke with JJ’s zip still firmly in place – he’d been too much the gentleman to
allow any hanky panky on what was essentially a first date (boo, hiss!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You’ll be pleased to know, however, that he
did encourage some alternative camp frolicking such as star-gazing through the
tent window, bird-watching at dawn, and climbing the magnificent Pink Gum and
Peppermint Box trees.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQExpMZ3LjiGHmx2et93mKsEY-uh1Lcm4ryQKv-22Nl36Htsgg99SsNTJH5YIaaBTY2jsriQ7Rra9v9wOCRwabp9PBzNEWEUFY4NAXwbhyphenhyphenTuoggoh_1j-qCUoFE41buvetVbor8LEKQg6/s800/P1350575.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQExpMZ3LjiGHmx2et93mKsEY-uh1Lcm4ryQKv-22Nl36Htsgg99SsNTJH5YIaaBTY2jsriQ7Rra9v9wOCRwabp9PBzNEWEUFY4NAXwbhyphenhyphenTuoggoh_1j-qCUoFE41buvetVbor8LEKQg6/w400-h300/P1350575.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">“Hey
JJ!</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">Come on up!” Sam coaxed, relaxing in
a tree fork.</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;">JJ looked up and was about
to oblige when suddenly Sam’s usually animated face (ha ha ha) went blank and
her skin turned (even more) ghostly pale.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOC2CMMDRKxISurh-00L_vpvgg0hYlMFJotMDaIBT5_rMZQe1BT75pHXHGpVG4H7f55pGqLThdUobeJYihyphenhyphen1agJFtL5lHhW8R8klI1JLQDAjkVZ8Dp81709ldPdY5nvHFdZlgpbEs0vyR/s800/P1350579.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOC2CMMDRKxISurh-00L_vpvgg0hYlMFJotMDaIBT5_rMZQe1BT75pHXHGpVG4H7f55pGqLThdUobeJYihyphenhyphen1agJFtL5lHhW8R8klI1JLQDAjkVZ8Dp81709ldPdY5nvHFdZlgpbEs0vyR/w400-h300/P1350579.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNi5EhGIGn_QdlLyD9thWdKF0NX-JQviyTcL_-lTEnvonQJBnHcXIbOrefzR44mscFNLfcmFZL7MyBOoc5Kw_63u5-ugdPskQhLfMxnLmF-6yqFeqLsQOsEFCi7wOrrXiFgm0tO1f7g_6a/s800/P1350582.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNi5EhGIGn_QdlLyD9thWdKF0NX-JQviyTcL_-lTEnvonQJBnHcXIbOrefzR44mscFNLfcmFZL7MyBOoc5Kw_63u5-ugdPskQhLfMxnLmF-6yqFeqLsQOsEFCi7wOrrXiFgm0tO1f7g_6a/w239-h180/P1350582.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Are you
OK?” JJ asked, suddenly worried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it
was too late – Sam was spinning… spinning… colours… swirls… swirls…falling… and
even after landing safely she was still falling… spiralling… drawn into a
curious and persistent vortex reaching for her from beneath the grass façade…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"></span></span></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5HRRnLBE0N8zhksgrTTgdzLRv9NC6TgOvHj7s1V_iO5l_g36tE5AJJnK013lwfM8xmsWByVqCYYHRjJZtwzlt9qkE56ptLMQn1b6aNsdzoMUPaacq4OqqA3hEhRw_s0JjYAelj35vnlA/s651/image1+%25282%2529.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="651" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5HRRnLBE0N8zhksgrTTgdzLRv9NC6TgOvHj7s1V_iO5l_g36tE5AJJnK013lwfM8xmsWByVqCYYHRjJZtwzlt9qkE56ptLMQn1b6aNsdzoMUPaacq4OqqA3hEhRw_s0JjYAelj35vnlA/s320/image1+%25282%2529.jpeg" width="320" /></a></span></i></b></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wtf is wrong with Sam??<o:p></o:p></span></i></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Is she really just worn
out?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did she try and smoke
that African Daisy?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Has she lost her
marbles?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Have aliens come to
suck her into their spaceship?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Or does she just need a
good you-know-what?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Find out next time!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></p><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-56296603123114124302020-11-18T04:33:00.007-08:002020-11-18T04:37:58.206-08:00Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 13<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;">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.</h4><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">(Note: all Da Loop stock featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.) </h4><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3Xi4Lj9yQ6tkJrkJSqgxwLA8uPl49AnIHeyR2kAwZMXI9Yyx-RdD9OW7Vemp2j6dmag6RKHh3_13Pn-kndR-MLu0kAlKFreyuiWztF7hKtqFs9x1gYbILVbdtycizDOizj5wvoFbhowx/s800/20246042_1875928739327770_1614261680915202475_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3Xi4Lj9yQ6tkJrkJSqgxwLA8uPl49AnIHeyR2kAwZMXI9Yyx-RdD9OW7Vemp2j6dmag6RKHh3_13Pn-kndR-MLu0kAlKFreyuiWztF7hKtqFs9x1gYbILVbdtycizDOizj5wvoFbhowx/w400-h300/20246042_1875928739327770_1614261680915202475_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“So.. FINALLY we get to spend
some time together without being interrupted by gun-wielding thugs, floodwaters
or… irresponsible ex-boyfriends’, said Dave to Gypsy, rather pointedly she
thought.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gypsy, looking stunning in green
Zara ($14), took a large bite of her avocado, pineapple and mushroom pizza, munched
away for a bit, then replied “Well I’ve got a thing for bad boys, so I think if
Traeger really was as irresponsible as you say then I wouldn’t be sitting here
with you in your cute beanie, would I? I’d have followed him off to
Woop-Woopland or wherever the Witness Protection Program has now taken him!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"> “I was stirring you”, Dave said with a smile, but
Gypsy noticed that he took a few large gulps of his Prancing Pony and nervously
adjusted his beanie. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“He seemed like a nice bloke”,
Dave continued, squeezing Gypsy’s arm.
“But are you saying that to hold onto you I have to go get naughty??”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Maybe!” Gypsy grinned, then
looked up and waved to Rebecca who was slaving away in the Aldgate Cafe
kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hey! Rebecca! Feel free to join
us tonight for Da Loop’s 1<sup>st</sup> Birthday party next door! There’ll be plenty of food, bubbly and
dancing if you’re up for it.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEA61ADUDG0Y7rJf0hyphenhyphenUeCWeHqKv5dKC-LulqlY8N9ZrYd8RbcgJYzNT6-m4KVqxvqAn3mg0YDr5ED85IQyhHZe4-l_VYYUt3xTPh_98F2GYeDTZ2VSFuF_vFgiSu0Wuqhds5gXxoeoaPD/s800/20228951_1875929022661075_1887844847853086204_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEA61ADUDG0Y7rJf0hyphenhyphenUeCWeHqKv5dKC-LulqlY8N9ZrYd8RbcgJYzNT6-m4KVqxvqAn3mg0YDr5ED85IQyhHZe4-l_VYYUt3xTPh_98F2GYeDTZ2VSFuF_vFgiSu0Wuqhds5gXxoeoaPD/s320/20228951_1875929022661075_1887844847853086204_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gypsy
loved the friendly atmosphere in Aldgate Cafe, and was indeed grateful to be
hanging out in her hometown with the man of her dreams on this day. That morning they’d walked some of the Valley
of The Bandicoots Nature Walk, dropped in on Elvis at the Aldgate Pump Hotel
and now she was sipping mulled wine contentedly and looking forward to a frolic
at the Da Loop birthday celebration, and maybe a bit of Dirty Dancing with Dave
back at his apartment later on… </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0IwI46AMmghej5Ci4l-zjIaZxDI1XTPnuJbrIFjiSurt0MjEWBQp-Pc_DGnfUwtT09aTe9Y1MrlOi3FUdrp8Beplg18XfYEfa1G3dG9UX988bTdlekF-89v5IiwfmbW3mCldFWtiGpih/s960/image1+%25284%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0IwI46AMmghej5Ci4l-zjIaZxDI1XTPnuJbrIFjiSurt0MjEWBQp-Pc_DGnfUwtT09aTe9Y1MrlOi3FUdrp8Beplg18XfYEfa1G3dG9UX988bTdlekF-89v5IiwfmbW3mCldFWtiGpih/w200-h150/image1+%25284%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span>Rebecca promised to join the crew
for a bubbly, then Dave finished his fourth Pony and the two lovebirds headed
next door. Amongst the party crowd were
Sam (Gypsy’s bestie, dressed in pre-owned Metalicus top and skirt, $18 and $20
respectively), Ron (Traeger’s non-evil twin, casual in Kenji knit, $12), Tanya
& Syb from the Da Loop Mannequin Wardrobe Department (dressed impeccably in
items purchased from the best recycled clothes shop in the world), and Mel and
Louise from the Da Loop Props Supply Branch.</span><span> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSmONPHa5YAFZG7Tv3BaAmYNfGsBRptKA6yyVPGtUe80NpjkvkdXFLj9L72TMeGaN5l2fGi-_Eai7swpg5AePUZQpvayXDloI638LkX-6_5E2TVDpEqNSkheFTXPznXOOzGsd_I6rskDW/s960/image2.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSmONPHa5YAFZG7Tv3BaAmYNfGsBRptKA6yyVPGtUe80NpjkvkdXFLj9L72TMeGaN5l2fGi-_Eai7swpg5AePUZQpvayXDloI638LkX-6_5E2TVDpEqNSkheFTXPznXOOzGsd_I6rskDW/w200-h150/image2.JPG" width="200" /></a></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Syb was assisting Sam to hold on
to her wobbly arm, while Tanya messed with the CDs, trying to make the
destruction of Louise’s favourite (‘Psychedelic 70s’) look like an
accident. Gypsy became engrossed in a
conversation (shouted above the music) with Ron, trying to coax information out
of him regarding what would soon be his new Witness Protection Program
identity. She had no luck, but was so
intently involved in the discussion that she didn’t notice Dave polishing off twelve
more beers. When she finally tried to catch his attention with suggestive
comments about her intended private ‘after-party party’ she was answered with a
loud burb and a thud as he toppled face first onto a table, where he remained
for the rest of the night, entangled in his Dungeons & Dragons Hoodie
($28). Gypsy decided that, as easy-going
as he was, he possibly didn’t handle stress very well. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV30C9WuPqHhOUx4IL_Ci4TC2EZV9cxPSjV2ubP73YLwJlk7XGZvy8vkVjWAtr_TVRH07BfdchLeXHGdK5alMPF-x1okGN7Ls9E0_8GNAcLWYElRoijIoX61bzN7nS2sKUfmn29IY2Mp4/s960/image1+%25285%2529.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV30C9WuPqHhOUx4IL_Ci4TC2EZV9cxPSjV2ubP73YLwJlk7XGZvy8vkVjWAtr_TVRH07BfdchLeXHGdK5alMPF-x1okGN7Ls9E0_8GNAcLWYElRoijIoX61bzN7nS2sKUfmn29IY2Mp4/w240-h320/image1+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At 3am, Gypsy, Sam and Ron were
still standing. (Well, actually, Gypsy was sitting. Because that’s what she does.) They clinked glasses in salute: </span><i><span style="font-family: verdana;">Happy 1<sup>st</sup> Birthday, Da Loop, may
you remain dry and in business for another year!!</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Note: Sam also wears EDC jacket, $25. Gypsy also wears Lili skirt, brown velvet and
lace NWT $20, and her necklace is $12. Dave’s beanie was purchased between
photo shoot and story upload so was been replaced with another $8 beanie! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUt7PCoIGKKWThRWEJv4824_YRqlMuMK7Vo1ZyO996Jnj1uveVzmCCFg9tPsY0eFGr2pH2hvU-uqCzT8EEZhZgea5au4vRHjX6HH38l9DKxUQEQJRCV0r1EvFceMszSuVKmzt0llbwBJSw/s960/image1+%25283%2529.JPG" style="clear: right; display: inline; font-family: verdana; font-size: small; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUt7PCoIGKKWThRWEJv4824_YRqlMuMK7Vo1ZyO996Jnj1uveVzmCCFg9tPsY0eFGr2pH2hvU-uqCzT8EEZhZgea5au4vRHjX6HH38l9DKxUQEQJRCV0r1EvFceMszSuVKmzt0llbwBJSw/w300-h400/image1+%25283%2529.JPG" width="300" /></a><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /><br /></span></b></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><br /></blockquote><div><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="verdana, sans-serif" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-76361259325046862012020-08-04T06:31:00.007-07:002020-08-04T06:37:22.692-07:00Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 12<blockquote class="tr_bq"><b><span style="background-color: #93c47d; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></b></blockquote><span style="background-color: #93c47d; font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">(Note: all Da Loop stock featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.)</span><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="verdana" size="2"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #93c47d; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;">Dressed in a
fashionable but no-nonsense outfit (black vintage Jill Fitzsimon jacket) and
armed with a box of chocolates, a new phone, and a list of swear words as long
as her gorgeous legs, red-headed Gypsy marched into the Good Times Hospital and
asked for Traeger Jackson, her ex-boyfriend.</span></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="verdana" size="2"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #93c47d; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"></span></font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="verdana" size="2"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NIrzx2-3L2vStnHEjAr84rFHfIZtv_LlvacS4FdATqpBtwkEK2e5ZbFnAyFFIXKktem5CTvi6NX_LouNVtJIPCF4UEnyNrzWOfbvBiVkaAYQCwZvdd-FwQG9wl-BcxZVmE_X8KvTikqi/s642/13.jpg" style="background-color: #93c47d; clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="642" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NIrzx2-3L2vStnHEjAr84rFHfIZtv_LlvacS4FdATqpBtwkEK2e5ZbFnAyFFIXKktem5CTvi6NX_LouNVtJIPCF4UEnyNrzWOfbvBiVkaAYQCwZvdd-FwQG9wl-BcxZVmE_X8KvTikqi/w328-h262/13.jpg" width="328" /></a></font></div><font face="verdana" size="2" style="background-color: #93c47d;">A helpful doctor directed her to
Room 13. That’d be right, unlucky 13, Gypsy thought. </font><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">She entered the room and Traeger
turned his face from the window to look at her…. and she promptly burst into
tears. NOT part of the PLAN!! Bugger, what am I supposed to do now? March out
again?? She turned around to leave, but Traeger said “Wait Gypsy, please! I
need a chance to explain.”</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“It’s been explained already.” said
Gypsy coldly, wiping snot on Jill’s sleeve and avoiding Traeger’s eyes. “All
that time, you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me about your real self, your
family, your f…ing tail-less dog…!”<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“Don’t! Please… don’t make it any
harder for me to apologise to you. Being in the Witness Protection Program is
serious stuff, and you were in danger! I loved you… I still love you! I
couldn’t… can’t… risk anything happening to you, Gypsy – God, you’re my whole
world! The best day of my life was when you drove into Joe’s Garage and chose
me to service your car. I just didn’t realise it at the time.”<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">He was right – she had had to choose
her mechanic. She smiled as she remembered driving in at 9am and seeing three
mechanics sitting out on the office step in the sun drinking coffees –
Charlene, Pete, and Unknown-Dark-And-Handsome Man. (Note Traeger isn’t dark
anymore - he keeps changing his hair colour to trick his assailants.) In
response to her puzzled look, they explained that they couldn’t work because
there was a power outage (common in Aldgate, it seems).<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“So the cars have been rolling in and
we’ve just been sitting around and haven’t even decided who’s fixing whose”,
said Charlene. “Take your pick! Hey, this is Traeger, who the cat dragged in
from Mount Gambier two weeks ago. Traeger, this is Gypsy. She’s a great chick
with a well-behaved car and a well-behaved Mum who also comes here.”<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“Well, you’re entitled to your
opinion”, Gypsy retorted, with eye-rolling.<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“Do you mean you’re not a great
chick?” asked Traeger. </font></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><font face="verdana" size="2"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMa7tnfR74Krvgda-ghfiWXnHy7zaG-DZGRwqoc5FC5wemnAA0r6KYpY-Cwq-OquV1bSkz3VqKlRchatjG6xz9XZE4Qp7PMnylKSZ-s5OrZd8hyphenhyphen9Rzf5k0e-UhJWSED95dbfgBFqiDD2S/s1841/mechanic.jpg" style="background-color: #93c47d; clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1841" data-original-width="1225" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMa7tnfR74Krvgda-ghfiWXnHy7zaG-DZGRwqoc5FC5wemnAA0r6KYpY-Cwq-OquV1bSkz3VqKlRchatjG6xz9XZE4Qp7PMnylKSZ-s5OrZd8hyphenhyphen9Rzf5k0e-UhJWSED95dbfgBFqiDD2S/w218-h328/mechanic.jpg" width="218" /></a></font></div><font face="verdana" size="2"><o:p style="background-color: #93c47d;"></o:p></font><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“I meant about my Mum!” laughed Gypsy,
and immediately fell for Traeger’s intense blue eyes, square shoulders, his
tousled (but rather solid) hair… basically everything about him. He was tanned,
fit, alluring, luscious… and she was of course young and impetuous. </font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“I pick…. YOU!” she giggled stupidly,
and then instead of doing her shopping she stayed while he worked work on her
car, watching his muscles ripple and hearing his soft, sexy voice swear gently
now and then. The minute she left the garage she was on the phone to her
bestie, Sam, raving about the new man of her dreams. Three services later she
coaxed him to the movies, five services – her bedroom… </font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“Oh God!” Gypsy gasped as she
realised she was practically orgasming in the hospital room when she was
supposed to be giving Traeger a piece of her mind. No wonder the relationship
was a big fail! She thought, pulling herself together.</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">Of course, Gypsy hadn’t realised at
the time that the increased need for car service was because Traeger (real name
Andrew) was a crop consultant, not a mechanic, and knew stuff-all about Mazda
RX7s. She had simply thought he was lusting after her. Sam, used to Gypsy’s
impulsiveness, had tried to slow her down but to no avail.<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span>Back in the present, Gypsy sighed.
There was no point blowing her stack (in any manner). “You don’t love me”, she
said. </span><span> </span><span>“I made you love me. I gave you no
choice! Look, I’m a grown-up now, and I am learning from my mistakes.” </span></font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2"><br /><span></span></font></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7CU_D-pv2CI9QeeQnXyg-asmTEqad21Mc7vhFfa3EMwMTOgmJKTHuDNEnk24x310LtLJ8Aj-k1angXCFvLpkwBz3M-gL2Ga3l8KbZDAQ4X9JZD0unjIZPGhEQBl1eHP35maClP7V2nJT/s760/pash.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><font color="#000000" face="verdana" size="2" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="760" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7CU_D-pv2CI9QeeQnXyg-asmTEqad21Mc7vhFfa3EMwMTOgmJKTHuDNEnk24x310LtLJ8Aj-k1angXCFvLpkwBz3M-gL2Ga3l8KbZDAQ4X9JZD0unjIZPGhEQBl1eHP35maClP7V2nJT/w410-h323/pash.JPG" width="410" /></font></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">Traeger shook his head. “You’re
wrong. You didn’t make me love you, it really happened! And don’t go changing
your personality because it’s perfect the way it is. Look, we may have started
the crack-down on this drug ring but it is far from finished, and my family is
in danger. I can’t ask you to come with me because you’d have to change your
identity and move away from your family and your friends and from Da Loop….” </font></span></p><font face="verdana" size="2"><o:p style="background-color: #93c47d;"></o:p></font><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">He paused, and Gypsy wondered for a
moment if he wasn’t really hoping she would do just that. They locked eyes.<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">“I know, I can’t!” Gypsy choked,
dropped the chocolates and fell forward into Traeger’s arms and vintage
Billabong tank. Her lips were on his and her hands were in his hair (I mean ON
his hair) and suddenly she was half on the bed…</font></span></p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">““Aaaaaieeeeeeee!!!!!” Traeger
screamed. “My bloody shoulder!!!!!”<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2">Gypsy jumped back off the bed and
gasped “Oh no, I didn’t even ask you how you were feeling!”<o:p></o:p></font></span></p>
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laughed despite the intense pain and broken heart, and Gypsy laughed despite
the extreme ridiculousness of everything, because the plain truth was that even
though it had started as a lust thing, she had loved Traeger/Andrew in a
young-and-no-cares-in-the-world kind of way, and she would always love him
somewhere in her heart.</font><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><font face="verdana" size="2"><br /></font></span></p><font face="verdana" size="2" style="background-color: #93c47d;">But her place and her future was here (in Free Fusion
OMG! knit $10), with her wonderful Dave (in Drill Hawaiian shirt $8) and with
Sam and her silly Mum and with Da Loop. Bring on their next adventure!<o:p></o:p></font><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><font face="verdana" size="2"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"></span></font></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEs3NlaaY8BQoPxOSmJADDgO_JUASYvma56OS7_11leHACr4j8TCP78EQ1p1bMAJjL_Am_DYAF7OPpwsBfSZHcDie8VKmZVu_VAtBjU83QIVrgSyNO8xQWhOd-yg4nXeDOPHbRrDnTNds/s800/window.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><font color="#000000" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEs3NlaaY8BQoPxOSmJADDgO_JUASYvma56OS7_11leHACr4j8TCP78EQ1p1bMAJjL_Am_DYAF7OPpwsBfSZHcDie8VKmZVu_VAtBjU83QIVrgSyNO8xQWhOd-yg4nXeDOPHbRrDnTNds/w513-h385/window.JPG" width="513" /></font></a></div><font face="verdana" size="2" style="background-color: #93c47d;"><br /></font><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></div><font face="verdana" size="2" style="background-color: #6aa84f;"><br /></font><p></p>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span></b></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Maybe it’s just as well that
Andrew is recovering in hospital right now”, said Ron in regard to Gypsy’s
ex-boyfriend who had recently reappeared in her life under mysterious
circumstances that had put all their lives in danger. “Because the scene I’m
picturing involves flying crockery.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy was not amused. “Can you
please explain for a start why he has two names?” she asked. They were seated
in the local police station sipping cups of tea while their conversation was
taped. Gypsy was fidgeting and tossing her chestnut mane in exasperation.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“OK, OK. Here’s the deal.”
continued Ron. “Traeger’s real name is Andrew, and mine is Simon. Until
recently we lived in Victoria – me, Andrew, Mum and Dad. One day at work Andrew
came across a drug lab, and …” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Hang on, hang on”, interrupted
Gypsy. “He’s a mechanic, so how does that work?” <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“No… he’s a crop consultant, and
he found this drug lab in a limestone cave near Portland.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy felt a bit stupid – she had
met Traeger when he’d been servicing her car. He had told her he was an
itinerant mechanic and that he had only stayed in town as long as he had
because he’d fallen in love with her. The lying bastard - she decided it was
probably a miracle that her car hadn’t since blown up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“On a table in the lab was a
document containing blueprints for nine other drug labs across the country,
only he didn’t know that’s what they w</span><span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">ere when he
grabbed it. He also didn’t realise he had triggered an alarm and that there
were two armed men on their way across the paddock to kill him. He only escaped
because he heard some White-eared Honeyeaters sounding their distinctive alarm
calls and knew something was amiss. And also because he was wearing some hardy
John Frith leather work boots (Da Loop, pre-owned $25).”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Ah, so he fled with the
document.“ chipped in Dave, Gypsy’s current partner of the completely
non-lying-bastard variety.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Yes, but he ended up dropping
several pages in his rush, so the police only ended up with half the
plans. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The problem is the ringleaders thought, and
still think, that Andrew has the whole document. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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They threatened him many times
thinking he would hand it over. They chopped off his dog’s tail (</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">dog wouldn’t pose for photo, sorry – ed</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">.).
Then Mum and Dad ended up with third degree burns when their house was set
alight. It was so awful seeing them with their scarred faces and burnt-off
eyebrows. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That’s when the police proposed that the four of us join the</span><span class="textexposedshow" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> state’s Witness Protection Program. So Mum and Dad were relocated, with new identities and new eyebrows, to a rehabilitation centre in Adelaide. Andrew and I followed, as Traeger and Ron. But we didn’t trust the system for a moment. I knew they’d eventually find Andrew, so when they did I was ready – a man tried to attack him in his caravan but I made a racket and he ran off because a crowd started to gather</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">. </span><div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2PLPxGbtzLs4Ze9mgXhfWfdscfuu18-4-RuJCsgPhD5_BOuQ5yDDZK4RgmCIbgfkfh0UVwsJkCU-I0ZVfYvf_egNGja8dAho2mj0H3RUlhT2MRC-lKMmSKeZ7leHDZ1CctO77_VDuiZT/s1600/P1040610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr2PLPxGbtzLs4Ze9mgXhfWfdscfuu18-4-RuJCsgPhD5_BOuQ5yDDZK4RgmCIbgfkfh0UVwsJkCU-I0ZVfYvf_egNGja8dAho2mj0H3RUlhT2MRC-lKMmSKeZ7leHDZ1CctO77_VDuiZT/s200/P1040610.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“So then we decided to split while we had the chance, and have been on the run ever since, heading to the federal police to talk to them in person about the leak in the Victorian Program. It was too hard to explain to you, or even say goodbye. We just up and left.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Then how did you make it back here so quickly when I was about to go underwater in Da Loop?” puzzled Gypsy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“We had warning that you were about to be captured – they needed us to know in advance so that they could be sure Andrew was back at Da Loop with the blueprints at the exact time you were drowning and would hand them over to spare your life. We drove back -couldn’t risk the airport with our new IDs- and the call from your attacker came in as we reached Aldgate.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Ron went on. “Look, the baddies planned on a clean getaway – you forced them into employing Plan B when you escaped – hence the torture chamber.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Oh, right, so now it’s my fault
Traeger nearly got his arms ripped off?!” questioned Gypsy, astounded.
“Hel-lo!!”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“No, no! You took that entirely
the wrong way! Look, I tried to talk Andrew out of driving back here, begged
him to call the cops instead but he wouldn’t hear of it. I know you’re going to
give him a hard time but, for what it’s worth, he does love you and the fact
that you’ve been in danger has torn him apart with guilt.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This last comment made Dave
squirm in his seat. He wished that he and Gypsy were at the How To Host A
Murder Party as planned instead of sitting in a police station listening to
smart-arse mannequin drivel. He knew that Gypsy would want to see Traeger. And
he was scared of losing her…<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy stood up. “I’ve gotta go.
There’s something I have to do. Please excuse me.” Dave’s face fell.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Once outside, she ran to the
nearest payphone and slotted in the coins she had nicked from Dave’s wallet
earlier. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Sam?” she said when her bestie
picked up. I need to shop. Wanna go help your niece pick out her formal dress,
right now??”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The reply was squeals of delight.
The men could wait, for goodness sake. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Below - Supre T-shirt, Da Loop, very cheap.)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy wears Henry Roth vintage black dress, $40; Chrysalis
handmade bracelet and necklace featuring Swarovski crystal $40 and $30 respectively;
pre-owned handbag $12. Sam wears stunning maroon formal dress with
hand-beading, worn once, new $695 tag, Da Loop price $250; vintage beaded purse
$8; vintage bracelet $25; pre-owned bracelet $8; Liliana pink heels $16.
Traeger wears Rodd & Gunn check shirt $28; Hugo Boss jeans $25.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">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.</span></b></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Traeger!” Gypsy cried, lurching forward toward her ex-partner lying motionless, blindfolded, and a little warped in the armpit region on the torture machine in the centre of the dark and dusty barn.</span><br />
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But it was too late - a figure in dark sunglasses (why?) emerged from the shadows on the opposite side of the barn and lunged at her. Dave, looking on, recognised him as Traeger’s kidnapper. Ron grabbed a nearby plank of wood and swung it wildly at the man’s head, knocking him out cold and flat on top of Gypsy. </span></span><div>
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to pull his beloved free another door flung open and a tall man in a straw
Akubra (Size 62, $20) leapt forward and swung at Ron, hitting him in the side
of the head and causing him and his plank to topple forward into the tangled mess
of limbs. Akubra Man then started waving
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another shot from the doorway and then a female voice saying “I hope that one
was the baddie…” Dave turned to see a
policewoman, dressed smartly in NWT Esprit dress pants and navy Converse shirt,
wielding a gun. Akubra Man slumped onto the
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Gypsy! I thought you’d been shot!!” cried Dave,
wondering vaguely how she could possibly see who shot who from the bottom of a
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“I have, but
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relief, Dave turned his attention to the contraption still sitting untouched in
the centre of the barn. Traeger, still unmoving,
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“By the way, I’m Constable Tanner.
I was despatched by Detective Sergeant McDonald after you made the 000
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you’re not dead, but you’ve been a complete tosser and as a result someone
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“Let’s get these two jokers out of here, send Traeger off in the
ambulance and take the three of you back to the station for a nice, long cup of
tea and a chat. And I’m sure you’re all
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">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.</span></b><br />
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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.</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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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...”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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They sat uselessly at the intersection, with precious seconds passing. Suddenly there was a loud noise to the right
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“TRAEGER!! How did you..??” </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“I’m not
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Well,
ANDREW then!” Gypsy said sarcastically, having just discovered hours earlier
that her ex-boyfriend was not who she thought he was.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“He’s
chipped?? Hey, who ARE you?!!” Gypsy
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“My name is
Ron. I’m Andrew’s…Traeger’s… twin
brother.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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course” Gypsy nodded knowingly. “There’s
always a twin in these things. I suppose
you’re evil as well, are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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at her quizzically and adjusted the collar of his Billabong feather-patterned
shirt, and she decided he mustn’t have watched many soapies.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Nevermind”,
she said. “What do we do now?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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I might need some backup.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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off. Dave looked at Gypsy. “So you want me to continue with this pursuit
of your deceitful and chipped exboyfriend ?” he asked. </span></span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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back was a door. Ron opened it slowly
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-27041987210930817642020-01-29T04:43:00.004-08:002020-01-29T04:43:51.591-08:00Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 8<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">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.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Note: all Da Loop stock featured in the original adventures is no longer for sale.)</span><br />
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– 80s dress sold last weekend), screaming for help. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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. </span><br />
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the first person she saw. “I need help!”
she gasped. </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Sorry,
babe, I have a gig to do. They do live
music here now, did you catch that news?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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start. I can’t gatecrash that!</i></span></span></div>
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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…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“DAVE! THANK GOD!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“I wondered
why you didn’t show up for our How To Host A…” began her boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“No time to
talk! Traeger is about to arrive here to rescue me and…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“GYPSY!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“ARE YOU
OK?!” yelled Traeger. “I’M SORRY - YOU
WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GET DRAGGED INTO THIS!
I CAN EXPLAIN!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“THAT IS NOT
A VERY ORIGINAL LINE!” Gypsy yelled back
while still running.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">At the same
time, two men jumped from the neighbours’ fir trees and tackled Traeger, covering him with a white sheet and
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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!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915650220805640341.post-24578827512239996782019-12-27T21:45:00.000-08:002019-12-27T21:46:37.140-08:00Back To The Start - Gypsy's Adventures Part 7<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>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.</b></span><br />
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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
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stunning in 80s black and white, Gypsy recalled her assailant’s
recently-completed phone call. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;">“I’VE GOT
THE REDHEAD” he’d barked into the phone.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;">
</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;">“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
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a mate in Council to direct stormwater into your shop during this storm. (Or
should I say, direct <i>extra</i> 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
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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
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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?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the street, ditching her disguise and scanning the street for Billabong Man’s
accomplices who must surely be hiding in wait for Traeger. <i>Will he
really come to save me?</i> she
wondered. <i>In any case, he doesn’t need to put himself in danger now that I’ve
escaped - but I’ve got to warn him!!</i> She made a beeline for the pub, hoping
to use its phone, and screaming for help on the way. (Gypsy’s phone had drowned
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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
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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her Running Bare crop top and Slazenger pants (both bargains at Da Loop) and swapped
from the exercise bike to a rowing machine.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> “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
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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. <i>For
Chrissake!</i> She thought. <i>This
workplace is soooo dysfunctional!</i></span></span></div>
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BLUEPRINTS that ANDREW showed you! WHERE
ARE THEY?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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who?? Sorry, I think you have the
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The man took
out his phone and dialled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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!)??<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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Loop for some post-flood shopping. xxx<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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!!”</span><br />
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I’m stuck in this cellar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where did you
come from?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can you get me out? I really
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="line-height: 14.95px;">Geez, he’d better hurry! </span></i>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
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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attempted to raise her eyebrows.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“I’m not a
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Gypsy stood up and then said “OK, I gotta go!
See you soon” and jogged off down the road.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“WHAT’S YOUR
NAME?” she called back over her shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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yelled Mr PAC-MAN.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“THANKS FOR
RESCUING ME, DAVE!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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. <i>OMG I just
HAVE to text Sam!! </i>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.</span></span></div>
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begin a new chapter with Dave the PAC-MAN cap wearer??<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Da Loop
decorated fishing rod with or without Shimano reel – great Father’s Day
pressie!</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Gypsy's Adventures Part 4</span></h2>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Da Loop</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">is taking you back to where it all began!</span></h4>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.</span></span></h4>
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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”.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“I think JANET
should CAN IT. And by the way, I hope I get some freebie clothes out of this
deal!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The afternoon shift at the Mary Jane Foundation Op Shop started at 12:30pm.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy was introduced to a tiny old lady called Lottie, who was in charge of the shop on Wednesdays.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Oh, welcome Geraldine!” she said to Gypsy, as Gypsy cringed.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“It’s wonderful to have someone here whose hips can handle the cellar stairs!” Lottie clapped her hands with delight.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Would you mind sorting the clothes in the bags down there?</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Here, put your handbag in this cupboard and I’ll point you in the right direction.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.”</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And with that, Gypsy was whisked away to the
cellar stairs.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">She didn’t have the heart
to tell Lottie that, considering her legs were locked in a sitting position,</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">her hips were possibly less well-equipped to
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skirt, vintage faux fur stole and black wool cap.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Ah, it was almost fun!</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy poked and preened and mixed and
matched, only slowing when the inevitable happened and her caffeine levels
dropped.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But, actually, it had been a
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her phone but remembered it was in her handbag locked in a cupboard, and then decided
that it was all ridiculous.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Surely it
was only mid afternoon!</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">How could they
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coffee?? </span></i><span style="line-height: 115%;">She thought, suddenly panicked. <i>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…</i></span></span></div>
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watched the sky turn dark through the grating at the top of the little cellar
window.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Feeling rather defeated, she then donned a quaint vintage beanie ($10,
Da Loop) and eyed off the preserves on the shelves.</span></div>
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by. No one came searching. So Gypsy changed again into a blue vintage coat</span><i> </i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">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 (</span><i>just my luck - it isn’t alcoholic!</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">)</span><i> </i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">and then lay down to sleep on the cold stone floor.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span><br />
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little ironic that thanks to Traeger buggering off I’ve ended up under a bridal
veil in a cellar</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">, she thought, uttering a large beetroot relish burp.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"> </span><i>He is
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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…</span></span></b><b style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Over tea, Gypsy’s Mum wears pre-owned
Cue dress $28, Catherine Manuell Design handbag $25 and bangle $5.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gypsy wears pre-owned Princess Highway top
$6, Next linen pants $15 and bracelet $4.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Around her neck Gypsy wears turquoise lapis lazuli macramé pendant $28
handmade by Sujan Risal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Lottie wears pre-owned Jendi hat and
Fuchs Schmitt trench coat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Red vintage
hat and clutch also available at Da Loop.</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">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).</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)</span><br />
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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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m stuffed!”</span></span></div>
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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
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up the cuffs on her French Connection jacket and thought about that for a
moment. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The scenery had indeed been
amazing - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lots of big rocks (outcrops)
and grey, wispy trees (Sheoaks), big furry kangaroos (Euros) and zippy lizards
(Spotted Skinks).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I think your Mum
should give you a break.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all, your
boyfriend basically disappeared into thin air when you were so sure he was on
the verge of proposing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something isn’t
right there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wouldn’t have picked
Traeger as the type to do a runner.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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to raise her perfectly drawn eyebrows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Don’t be so sure about that.” she said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“Remember, he sort of came out of nowhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he never talked about his family or why
he came to Adelaide. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sure, I thought we
had something special going on, but…well… it’s probably a blessing in
disguise...hey, WATCH OUT, SAM!!”</span></span></div>
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screamed as the Sheoak branch Sam was leaning on snapped and Sam disappeared
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gypsy lunged
toward the cliff edge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“OMG SAM!!! Hang
on!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grab that plant (Sticky Hopbush), and
hang on tight while I use my phone to call for help!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Soon after
making the call she could hear a chopper in the distance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It landed on top of the hill and out strode a
dashing emergency services bloke (in NWOT King Gee workpants and Gazman shirt).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“She’s
frozen! What’s going to happen?!?!” panicked Gypsy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Is she going to fall?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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to the chopper pilot and climbed down over the cliff edge.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And come down to Da Loop and see
Gypsy, Sam and Mr King Gee in their outdoor gear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sam wears Jendi cap, Mountain
Design shorts, Helly Hansen T-shirt and Birkenstock Footprint shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mr King Gee wears own shoes, Hi-vis vest,
harness and safety helmet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A special thanks to the
Milne-Bentley-Wilson film crew this week.
Always up for a challenge!</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Gypsy's Adventures Part 2</span></h2>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Da Loop</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">is taking you back to where it all began!</span></h4>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">(Note - all Da Loop stock in the old adventures is no longer available for purchase.)</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“She meant
well, really she did”, Gypsy replied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>“She instructed me to go out with my friends, get some exercise, get
some Vitamin D, and to reintegrate myself back into the community.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I decided it all sucked apart from the ‘go
out with my friends’ bit, so here I am doing that bit first!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“At least
she’s not here trying to dress us for our big night out”, Gypsy pointed out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Too true”,
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Speaking of,
what do you think of this outfit?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Awesome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I think you need a different handbag.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Too
easy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where would we be without each
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">They danced, giggled and
flirted the night through, spilling</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">many
a drink along the way much to the amusement of the barman.</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thoughts of traitor Traeger were indeed far
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exercise, Vitamin D, and community feel-good feeling after thirteen drinks??<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Find out next week…<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Above - Gypsy's final choice of handbag. Below - the Margo & Rita nightclub at Da Loop as the night progressed!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory. </span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Gypsy’s Adventures Part 1</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“Aaaaaieeeeeeee!!!!!” she screamed, and flung the bed covers toward her attacker.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">“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!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But can any further ‘motherly wisdom’ drag Gypsy from the depths of her jilted despair?? Find out next week…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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.</span></div>
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