Used to be I’d put on my shoes
and then go out and do stuff. Didn’t make much difference what I was doing, it was always the same shoes. I’d wear them to school, play in them after school, and on saturday night, I’d scrape the detritus of several days off of them, slather some Kiwi shoe polish on, and buff them to as good a shine as I could muster for Sunday mass.
Oh, I had tennis shoes, but who played tennis? Besides, they’d get torn up so fast I would soon be barefoot, the rubber soles divorcing themselves from the canvas uppers so fast haitians are jealous. No, the only thing that would hold together is a good solid welted shoe, usually leather soles, usually Sears, usually $8.
Them was the days.
Now I find that if I have to walk any distance, I have to have my Danners- they are the only boots I’ve ever worn that will allow me to trudge endlessly through hunting or whatever. Of course I’m not about to wear them working, so I have a specific set of working boots that I wear, steel toed and heavy as an El Famous Burrito in your stomach at three PM. Then there are the yardwork boots, actually the former work boots with the almost-worn-out soles. And the work/church shoes, which stay clean and I wear in the office, or when driving because the work boots are so heavy the make it impossible to drive more than 20 miles.
So I have a lineup of shoes in the kitchen, which I’m constantly tripping over, and it drives me batshit crazy, I feel like Imelda. I need to make a hall tree to hold them all.
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A certain red-headed visitor to the homestead was/is absolutely fascinated by the number and variety of shoes lined up at the door, even after I culled out the non-seasonal ones. So I know what you mean.
Bwahahahaha…
I hope the Mrs.reads this- she calls me the Imelda Marcos of the Woods for my number of “purpose selected” boots/shoes.
…”haitians are jealous”…?
You can get a divorce in Haiti in about four minutes.
Well, I guess if I ever need one–
OH WHO THE HELL AM I TRYING TO KID
*sob* *snort*
…well, this comment sure took an ugly turn.
I thought every self-respecting Midwesterner had a Mud Room on the back of the kitchen. That’s where those various footgear are to be stored.
The gudwife is of Japanese extraction, so we remove our footgear upon entering, and it is rowed up neatly alongside the entryway staircase to the second floor. The real outdoorsy footgear is left on the garage steps landing, our version of a mud room.
Haitian Divorce is also an awesome steely dan tune
Dog: We leave our shoes in the entryway of the kitchen, which is also the entryway of the garage. About the only place in the house to do so. We don’t wear shoes in the house either.
n5, that was what made me think of the whole thing.
My school/church/everything-but-play shoes were black leather with sharkskin-covered toes. I couldn’t wear them out.
Tree, hell. You need to make a mobile. Can you imagine all your shoes hanging there in midair, orbiting gently around a central point?
:D
Any of ya’lls remember the fluoroscope in the shoe depts. of Sears and JC Penney where you could stick your toes in and see the bones move when ya wiggled your toes?
We had one at the Red Wing store.