Solid, dependable, resoled many times.
The shoe was under a pillowcase at the edge of my bed. I was folding laundry, picking out stuff for Goodwill, and found it.
Do I feel better? Yes. I hate the nagging feeling of something lost.
These were my Dad’s workshoes in the 70’s. I asked if I could have them as I left for college ’cause I thought they were so cool. He had a new pair he was breaking in and they became mine.
I’ve had them resoled a few times, bought countless laces, and wear them proudly. This was the height of Doc Martens, so my inner individualist was satisfied. They’re timeless and I hate to think of the day I have to retire them for good.
Like I should have with 501s, whenever I see things I really like these days, I stockpile them:
- Olive Oil soap
- Blank white CD-Rs
- Those Steve Maddens that look like soccer shoes
- That over-the-shoulder satchel from the Yak Pak store (heavily discounted)
- The ginger dressing I found at the market
I have multiples of all these things, just waiting in the wings, ready to combat the advancement of design that will surely drive me bonkers.