It reminds me of our first holiday in Turkey. A shoe-shine boy offered to polish my very strappy sandals. I declined as I didn't relish the thought of shoe polish on my bare feet. LOL
Brought back some memories. I used to be when I was still in high school a shoe shine boy. I think I made a total of $20.00 a week plus any tips. The business was a shoe repair store and a felt hat blocking store. You could take in one of your old felt hats like everyone wore, and make it look like new again.
Once upon a time, there were twin brothers who were born without the gene for fashion. Plus they had thyroid problems which evidently exacerbated any hope of fashion sense--or a cure.
They were ridiculed all through childhood because they'd do things like wear polka dots, when really paisely was in fashion. Or they might wear dress socks with strange tennis shoes. People were always pointing and laughing.
In any case, this disability--this utter and complete lack of fashion sense--was so severe, they could never be functioning, contributing members of society.
They were forced to live on the streets earning money cobbling or cleaning shoes.
One day Barnum and Bailey was in town, and a talent scout happened upon their section of sidewalk.
Now they travel across the country attending state fairs and performing with the circus to sold-out audiences as The Only Known 100% Pure-Blooded Clowns.
Hi there, I happened upon your link at Faye's blog. I took a chance and really like what I see. Your photos are great. If you don't mind, I'm going to tag along. thanks! patricktillett.blogspot.com
"so after I smashed my assailant in the head the second time the heel just came right off!"
ReplyDelete"I thought I was only going to have to walk a mile for that Camel!"
ReplyDeleteThe don't make these like they used to....
ReplyDeleteHe's a magic man, mama. And he has magic shoes.
ReplyDeleteCinderella's brothers. What? You didn't know she had brothers? And that's the rest of the story. - Paul Harvey.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of our first holiday in Turkey. A shoe-shine boy offered to polish my very strappy sandals. I declined as I didn't relish the thought of shoe polish on my bare feet. LOL
ReplyDelete"I vowed that I'd make it to the correct weight for my height by May 1.. so can you add six inch heels to these?"
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ReplyDeletehttp://www.justwritingwords.com/2010/05/broken-sole.html -- although it is very short
thanks for the inspiration
Reminds me of the many, many craftsmen I saw in India, who make and repair shoes and sandals right out there on the street.
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Brought back some memories. I used to be when I was still in high school a shoe shine boy. I think I made a total of $20.00 a week plus any tips. The business was a shoe repair store and a felt hat blocking store. You could take in one of your old felt hats like everyone wore, and make it look like new again.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time, there were twin brothers who were born without the gene for fashion. Plus they had thyroid problems which evidently exacerbated any hope of fashion sense--or a cure.
ReplyDeleteThey were ridiculed all through childhood because they'd do things like wear polka dots, when really paisely was in fashion. Or they might wear dress socks with strange tennis shoes. People were always pointing and laughing.
In any case, this disability--this utter and complete lack of fashion sense--was so severe, they could never be functioning, contributing members of society.
They were forced to live on the streets earning money cobbling or cleaning shoes.
One day Barnum and Bailey was in town, and a talent scout happened upon their section of sidewalk.
Now they travel across the country attending state fairs and performing with the circus to sold-out audiences as The Only Known 100% Pure-Blooded Clowns.
Throw the damn things away. I'm not god, ya know! I can't create something out of nothing!
ReplyDeleteDo you sell retreads? Can't afford new ones..just put new treads on these... (WV..so I don't know if you will get this at all?!)
ReplyDeleteI see a red door and I want to paint it black.
ReplyDeleteHmm... once again, I'm not getting a story... but a possible title. How's "Sole Sucking Pit of Despair"?
ReplyDeleteYeah, it wasn't 'til I got home that I realized the 'M' was upside down...
ReplyDeleteHi there, I happened upon your link at Faye's blog. I took a chance and really like what I see. Your photos are great. If you don't mind, I'm going to tag along.
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These shoes are made for walking!
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I'm sorry, my friend. I've got nothing this time. My only thought is that he looks like a hot dog vendor putting mustard on a dog.
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