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You. Know. A. Guy.
Jul. 12th, 2006 09:00 amWhile getting dressed on Monday morning, I reached for my pair of trusty-yet-oh-so-stylish Aerosoles sandals, the ones that are comfy, even though they look like your standard-issue high heels. Much to my dismay, I discovered that not only had I lost the bottom of one of the heels, I hadn't noticed this fact the last time I wore them. My beloved shoes were shredded, and I was bereft.
I don't often get little light bulbs in my brain, but I remembered hearing that there was a shoe repair guy on 55th near the church that was supposed to be good. So I took them in there, hoping they'd be able to help me. It was a nice store - they had shoeshine chairs and just about every other shoe-related device you could think of. What was even nicer was the fact that the other patrons were carrying boxes and bags from Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, Stuart Weitzman and other shoes I could never afford in this lifetime (but wouldn't mind owning).
I picked up my shoes this morning, and I can not believe the difference. They hardly look any different, but feel brand new. I slipped them on when I got to the office, and I don't know why they feel so good: am I just happy to have them back, or has it been so long since I've worn them that I've forgotten what they're like, or did Mr. Magic Shoe Man have to take just enough off the heel to make them a little easier for me to wear? Could it be any of the above? Perhaps.
Still, at least I can say without hesitation that I've found a shoe guy worth recommending. This was certainly ten dollars well spent.
I don't often get little light bulbs in my brain, but I remembered hearing that there was a shoe repair guy on 55th near the church that was supposed to be good. So I took them in there, hoping they'd be able to help me. It was a nice store - they had shoeshine chairs and just about every other shoe-related device you could think of. What was even nicer was the fact that the other patrons were carrying boxes and bags from Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, Stuart Weitzman and other shoes I could never afford in this lifetime (but wouldn't mind owning).
I picked up my shoes this morning, and I can not believe the difference. They hardly look any different, but feel brand new. I slipped them on when I got to the office, and I don't know why they feel so good: am I just happy to have them back, or has it been so long since I've worn them that I've forgotten what they're like, or did Mr. Magic Shoe Man have to take just enough off the heel to make them a little easier for me to wear? Could it be any of the above? Perhaps.
Still, at least I can say without hesitation that I've found a shoe guy worth recommending. This was certainly ten dollars well spent.
