That's wonderful. There's a shoe repair shop right by one of the germ pits where I take my kid to play sometimes. They seem to do a small but steady business. I always wonder what kind of shoes you'd have these days that you'd rather get them repaired than replaced; now I know.
My father does this with not shoes. He takes an old piano carcass, restrings it, retools it, scavenges for clean ivories and black keys. He might take a year or more to rebuild a Steinway, but it's worth the wait. He often tells this funny story about how his skin-flint miser of an older brother bought an old Steinway in need of repair at some estate sale for 4 grand, sold it to him for 5, and after he cleaned it up and restored it, it was worth 40 grand.
Now that's a steal!
Oh, and "apir" in the first line should be restored to its former spelling glory.
What a great reminder about those wonderful work boots. I used to marvel at how comfortable they were.
Interesting that you should have this post about old shoes/boots and the Van Gogh post up at the same time. My favorite Van Gogh work is one of a lonely pair of work boots. I first saw it at a traveling Van Gogh exhibit when I was a teenager and it sparked a life long love of fine art.
I get such a thrill out of taking a well made, well loved pair of leather shoes to a cobbler to have them resoled and fixed up.
I appreciate the craftsmanship that went into the original product, and the skill of the man making the repairs to restore to me an item that brings comfort into my life.
I remember the first time I had this done. It actually brought a high to my day. Maybe that's weird, but that's how it is.
Here's a subject close to my heart. As a young Marine Infantry Officer going through the airborne school in Fort Benning, GA, I invested in a pair of Jump Boots. I still have them, although resoled time and again, the uppers have given way to dry rot. They traveled the world with me, and although I must have gone through twenty pair of combat boots, these are the only ones I keep. Oh, BTW, they're Corcorans.
"well made, well loved pair of leather shoes to a cobbler to have them resoled and fixed up. "
There used to be a cobbler a mile from me. He was fourth generation - his mom used to give him a dime when he was four years old and he would take the bus to the shop to hang out with his dad and grandfather. He worked miracles on shoes.
But too many people either buy crap shoes not worth repairing (I'm looking at you, made in China shoes) or don't know you can repair shoes.
Bless her heart, I had a friend complain that she would have to buy new boots because she had scratched her old ones.
"You couldn't polish out the scratch?" I asked.
"Polish?" she asked. She had never heard of polishing her shoes.
Yes, she was able to save them.