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that's just what they'll do.
lemme take a brief pause and say sumpthin. i love my cowboy boots. love my boots. they're my lucky boots. they're my bad day boots. they're my first date / concert on the lawn / dancing at a bar / lasso a bull boots. hell, they're my job interview boots.
they've been to paris, amsterdam, orlando, cape cod, austin, philadelphia, iowa city, new orleans, las vegas, and san francisco. they didn't go to africa with me because i loved them too much. i protected them from tapeworm. they'll thank me one day.
they've seen me through unbelievable late nights and horrible morning afters. they've molded and morphed to my sole, and i feel a kinship with their sweet butter yellow leather.
they're fryes, which (for those not in the know) are the same boots teddy roosevelt used to outfit his rough riders back in the late 1800's. they're historic, they're noteworthy, and goddamn, they look good.
they're also the most expensive shoes i own. actually, second to my computer, they're the most expensive thing i own, period. (im not sure how i feel about that, other than to say that i don't own alot.)
so, you might imagine my major tristesse when last week, hiking through noe valley from yet another job interview, i literally lost my sole. my boot's bottom flapped up and down with every plod, giving the eery impression that my shoe was desperately, yet silently trying to speak.
what was one to do? thankfully, i found myself mere blocks from the gorgeous katerina's home, and i stumbled my way to her door and squeezed my size nines into her size sevens. it wasn't the most comfortable of solutions, but it worked.
with one swift google, i found the "instant shoe stop shoe repair shop" (a mouthful of a name), and i dropped my beloved babies off for some tender loving care.
the swarthy looking cobbler asked if i wanted a leather or rubber replacement sole, and, trying to stay true to my boot's nature, i requested leather. then, i paused and asked him which sole would last longer.
"ah, the rubber one, definitely. it'll see you about 50,000 miles more."
50,000 miles! good god, mister! give me the rubber one!
i don't know if i've even walked 50,000 miles in my lifetime. it's debatable. in any event, my new best friend was promising my boots a long and sturdy life, and i felt more than happy handing over my tired debit card.
40 bucks later and my boots look like they just emerged from their box, newborn cowboy babies ready to rodeo the world. hell, the cobbler even buffed and polished them. 40 bucks well spent. plus, in our throw-away consumer society, i feel like cobbling shoes is a very ecofriendly step. (haha, step.) two points for me.
~cynth |
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