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Tailoring shop on Dalry Road, quick shot on a wet night walking home, liked the light from the inside reflecting on the wet pavements.
Glenda the duck likes her roots done once a month.
"Look at this Brenda the duck", she goes, "totally let herself go, how can a self respecting duck show up in public with hair do like that! Greys and all! "
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The duck walked right in to the hairdressers, spent a few minutes there walking about , checking things out, then walked out and proceeded to Drycleaners next door, walked in, checked things out , then walked in the direction of a cobbler next door ...
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I'd have a perfect soundtrack for it if I only could remember the damn song, it has a line in it "I dye my roots - you ..."
first problem I can't remember what "you" does
second problem I don't remember whose song that is
all I know it is a girl and one of my all time favourites
that can only be one of these girls
Aimee Mann, Dido, Lily Allen, Barbra Streisand, KD Lang, Michelle Shocked, Lana Del Rey, Mary Black
I dismiss Barbra and Mary and KD and Michelle - none of them sound plausible for this line . Dido is a boarderline possibility.
It leaves me with Aimee, Lily and Lana
for the life of me I can't remember the damn song but I do remember it's a good one
my desperate googling spits out recipes for hair dyes
I don't want to dye my efing hair! I want an effing song!
this is very frustrating indeed
PS 4 hours later
... and then sure enough I remembered
and the song is not by a girl
and the line is a bit different but still some roots dyeing going on
and it is a rocking number from one of my favourites so I am happy, I am sure Glenda would love the tune
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Dry cleaner's with very good ratings in Hernals, Vienna's 17th district. In Vienna, the motto is ‘Be more than you seem’.
Many Thanks To
Hans Jakobsson For The Classic Retro Photo On The Left www.flickr.com/photos/hjakse/50893085123
The Original Paddington (Praed Street) Station Stood Here But That Was Demolished And Replaced With This One In 1914 It was Designed By Charles Walter Clark...Regent Drycleaners Was Established In 1975...The Pillar Box The Roundels By The Station And Eurochange Still Stand....Meccas Now A William Hill....What Are Those Posts On The Left?...Dismantling A Bus Shelter Perhaps...
hmm, I wouldn't mind a few wrinkles ironed out :)
so it seems I was wandering around Tsawwassen
on Christmas Day twelve years ago, Ross must have
been on shift work.
This drycleaner closed recently. There is only one open
now, there was once four.
song suggested by Buddha's Ghost -
Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" -
Nice old cleaners sign in Midland. It was getting to mid-afternoon so we didn't have much time to explore as much as we would've liked to.
Exiting her cramped confines, she took a moment to stretch her legs. The other half-dozen operating cabinets were lined like office cubicles of old. At some point the operatives had started referring to it as ‘The Arcade’, for obvious reasons.
From the Arcade it was just a short walk into the main workshop area of the makerspace. The stuffy smell of solder, spray paints, and industrial lubricants caked the air. Light-tube fixtures overhead bathed the room in a steady dull white. Worktables split the room into aisles, with workbenches and tool cabinets lining the outer walls.
Over the years the operatives had tried to spruce up the space; fixing posters, old Christmas lights, or any other oddities along the walls to create some visual interest to their surroundings.
Surplus robotic limbs and body parts hung off hanging rods along the ceiling. Some compared the scene to a butcher’s house, others a drycleaner; depending on your personal disposition.
Toward the middle of the room, Paul Fugitt sat on a roller stool hunched over a Rootlet light utility chassis. A welding mask was over his face, though he was currently doing no welding.
Watching over him was Mac Bradford and one of his underlings, Delaney. They were remote presence workers part of Pittsburgh’s Construction Corps. Bradford and his crew were semi-regulars through the shop, coming in every now and again for spare parts or help with repairs.
Kelly leaned against a nearby workbench and joined the small audience. The men noticed her as she approached, while Paul remained fully engrossed in his work.
“Hey Kel’.” Bradford said in his usual gruff voice. “Happy hunting?”
“That remains to be seen.” she shrugged casually. “Paul still fixing your toy?”
“ ’d be nice if he showed me how to do it myself.” Delaney said. He sounded like his patience was running thin.
“You want it done, or you want it done right?” Paul mumbled under his mask, not diverting his attention away from the proxy.
“Knowing Paul, he’s just making sure he knows how to do it right.” Kelly chided in, nodding toward him.
“Well the kid already shorted out my wire group ten minutes ago, so that ain’t saying much.”
“Nearly blinded himself from the arc.” Bradford chuckled.
“Don’t blame me for shitty color-coding.” Paul muttered, before adding " ‘Think its rated one way when it really isn’t…”
“Excuses, excuses.“ Kelly teased.
He ignored her, carrying on with his work.
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*random electrician techno-jargon*
Sorry this scene took so long. It ended up being a lot more complicated than I expected. Me being all weird with my cinematic angles and such. Plus I decided to experiment with focus stacking, which added a whole other aspect to deal with.
And to further throw a wrench in the progress of the story; I finally got a job. I still don't have a full grasp on my hours, so I don't know how it will impact my free time. I'll try to pump out a few more entries over the weekend. Don't be surprised if progress continues with this slow schedule.
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Odd place for a photo eh! This is Sandgate Dry Cleaners in the suburb of the same name (Sandgate that is!) of Brisbane. We had a walk around in the blustery sunshine Saturday morning and passed this rather long lived shop, bringing forth its usual swathe of memories. I told you I was pensive this weekend!
When I was a kid in the '60's, my dear Aunty was the manager of this exact shop, then part of the Peerless Dry Cleaners group. It has hardly changed, maybe the computer screen on the counter and perhaps the counter has been refurbished, but otherwise, it looks no different from when my sister and I used to spend hours here, waiting for my Aunty to finish work and take us home to her place. When I think about this now, I wonder where my Mum was...maybe out shopping but not far away I am sure.
My Aunty's home, the family home was not far away in adjacent Brighton. I am much older now then they were back then. Where did all those years go? And how great to be back in their always loving embrace. I guess we all have memories of childhood like this in millions of different ways. Personal and irreplaceable.
Well, that's enough of that, but whenever we occasionally walk past, I can still see my Aunty's smiling face at that counter serving a happy customer. And she never had to ask them to wear a mask!
See the very professional sign on the counter!