When I was a girl, my father taught me to polish shoes. I don’t know who taught him—maybe his father, maybe someone in the navy—but I am a link in a chain that stretches back quite a way.
You live in the moment when you shine your shoes. Brush away the dirt, smooth on the polish, wait for the polish to dry (always the hardest part), brush the polish off with quick light strokes, buff the leather with a soft cloth.
When I’m finished, I walk away with spiffy shoes and a calm mind.
Posted by kuri at March 01, 2004 09:45 AMnice docs :)
Posted by: erika on March 1, 2004 02:25 PMI love to polish my shoes too.
It feels good and yes, it’s like refresh and brush myself! Uhh I love shoes.
But my problem is where to put. That’s one reason I want to move!
As Dad was in the army, every sunday afternoon was devoted to the polishing ritual. My brother and I always begged to assist. Plus there was all the leather straps with brass to polish as well.
Ah thank you Kristen for bringing back a very happy childhood memory.
Posted by: Tracey on March 2, 2004 03:22 PMWow! Where did you get those Docs with the zip sides? Gorgeous color.
And yeah, I love shining my shoes. Especially once the weather gets a little better and I know they won’t get all salty again.
Posted by: alan on March 4, 2004 06:07 AMI love those Docs. I put them on and feel invincible! I bought them in Harajuku last fall; they are model 9733. Zippers up both sides of the laces—absolutely indispensible for life in Tokyo where shoes are forever having to come off and on. They fulfill my top two requirements for shoes: comfortable for walking and look nice with casual skirts.
Posted by: Kristen on March 4, 2004 01:44 PM