“It is only after you have come to know the surface of things,” he concludes, “that you can venture to see what is underneath. But the surface of things is inexhaustible.” ~ Italo Calvino
A recent acquisition and already so dear to my heart, a pair of lace-up ankle boots from the 1920’s or 1930’s. There are stories in these soles that I haven’t even tapped yet. Once black, now a surreptitious mingling of black and brown and the best of all worlds, these possess a character that can only come with age and experience. I have a lot to learn from them.
These boots are just my size, marked a mens 7C (approximately a ladies 8.5 or 9). Girls needn’t shy away from mens boots of yore – with their delicate and more masterful craft, and less bulky design, they generally tend to fit well and good (whereas boots of the modern day man would just never do). So lift yourself up by the bootstraps; move onward, upward.
(This post is dedicated to my friend Patrick, in search of the perfect pair of boots. May he find his way.)