Steam coming out of my ears

Every time I pick up my ‘good stuff’ (as my grandma called it) from the dry cleaner, my heart does a little dip. So that's the opposite of a jump.

Once, things were good between the dry cleaner and me. I lived on Amsterdam's Eerste Helmersstraat and took my clothes to Linda and my shoes to John. I always found that very funny; ‘‘I'm just going to to Linda and John.”

John understood little of my heels, but repaired them like a pro. After he sighed and said that ‘today just wouldn't work.’ Since his father's retirement, he had been ‘completely on his own.’.

My favorites went through Linda's beringed fingers. “What a mauje stuff you have, girl.” Sometimes she refused to steam something. Then the beads would melt and it wouldn't look any better. Linda. I don't miss her every day, but certainly every week.

Especially now that I picked up my cream white Gucci dress from a new dry cleaner near me yesterday. They had that this-is-steamed card (which I always wonder what to do with) on the front, I repeat; on the FRONT with a safety pin, I repeat with a SAFETY PIN attached. The result. Two holes in my favorite dress. Thanks a lot.; That's why here are some tips for steaming Netherlands.

Away with those this-is-steamed cards.

You just paid seven euros or whatever for a clean dress, and you first have to pull out such an ugly crumpled card from the label. Whether they do it with a staple, a plastic thing, or a twisted safety pin, it's always annoying. Come up with something else to get your system in order and don't bother me with it.

Those hangers.

In principle, you bring your prettiest pieces to the dry cleaner. You always get them back on

an incredibly flimsy hanger I seen such that totally doesn't fit in your wardrobe While it's actually quite nice to have your steamed piece hanging in plastic. It gives such a nice what-am-I-so-totally-on-. top-of-things feeling.Can't you introduce deposit hangers?. The times

Many women work. And most dry cleaners say goodbye on Saturday. Or at least on Saturday afternoon. That's why I advocate for a pickup system (which super dry cleaner

Sassen in Haarlem has) where you can magically get your clean clothes out of a hatch with the barcode of your receipt or a 24-hour service like Bubble & Stitch on Amsterdam's Overtoom. While researching, I came across dry cleaner IVY, which has the tagline 'love for clothing.' They pick up your items wherever you want, at home, at the office, or wherever. They steam, iron, and bring everything back neatly. If that's without annoying labels and on a nice hanger, you have a new customer from today. is? Ruud. And okay, Niels also struggles to resist the porn poodle. Are we ready to babble again? Let’s gooo..

Every time I pick up my ‘good stuff’ (as my grandma called it) from the dry cleaner, my heart does a little dip. So that's the opposite of a...