Like my grandparents (and actually, come to think of it, my parents also), I will repair something I love until it is well past the point of resurrection. My grandparents kept their 1978 Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser running long enough, and well enough, that both my sister and I could drive it through high school (the government eventually paid my parents $500 to get it off the road), my parents are the only people I know who still repair their giant pink vacuum cleaner, and I have been propping up a pair of perfect black pumps since about 2002.
As a result, over the years I have sought out and discovered great service providers in New York, both to repair things I refuse to let die, and places like salons that I just think do a good job at a fair price. I'm dedicating this week to these rare establishments, and will write about one place per day. I generally try to keep things fairly gender neutral on this site, but things may get a bit feminine this week what with my waxing recommendations and the like, so I ask for the gentlemen readers' indulgence, just this once.
2 comments:
Ah but mom and dad have finally laid the vacuum to rest! They have a new one now - though they still have that little one mom found at a garage sale.
Oh damn. Well, Rest In Peace big pink Hoover. You will be missed.
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