What I expected, but still no fun

The dry cleaner called this morning with a cleaning estimate on the wedding dress:  forty dollars, and they won’t absolutely positively guarantee that every stain is gonna come out of the floor-level satin edging.  I wasn’t surprised at that, because a couple of them looked industrial-strength—ground-in dirt and something that reminded me of motor oil.  I suppose if they won’t come out I’ll have to ask L to tear the edging off and replace it.  Fortunately that’ll be a cakewalk for her, compared to some other sewing jobs she’s done.  L thinks this is a quinceañera dress based on my description (she hasn’t actually seen it yet), but I’ve never seen a quinceañera dress with a train the likes of this one on it, so I’m sticking to my wedding-dress description for the nonce.

I took apart and cleaned all the Brownie cameras yesterday, oiling shutter pivots and wiping dirt out of viewfinders and lenses and such.  All three of these use 620 film, which is no longer made, but I found several Web pages that give instructions on how you can rewind 120 film, which is still made, onto 620 spools and use it anyway.  The only differences between 120 and 620 are the size of the spools they’re wound on and the spacing of the frame numbers on the paper backing.  Since these cameras are common as dirt and often won’t sell on eBay, I’m gonna have to do a real job of selling on them, and I figure that example pix taken with the cameras would be a good way to demonstrate what they can still do.

 

Julius pfeifft der Wagnische Tuba.  Fnord.

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I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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