It's probably time if the leather tears when removing the old soles,
and certainly when when previous patches are falling apart.
But here's an old toothbrush,
and that bottle of shampoo I don't use because it turns my hair yellow.
and that bottle of shampoo I don't use because it turns my hair yellow.
A little scrub means they'll look less disgusting
when I hang them on the wall.
when I hang them on the wall.
But I don't want a shoe shrine.
And I'm not ready to toss them in the compost.
Just a few stitches.
And I'm not ready to toss them in the compost.
Just a few stitches.
And hey -- here is that pile of leather scraps my friend Ivy game me.
None are large or sturdy enough for a new pair or shoes.
But there are so many colors!
I guess there is life in the old shoes yet.
I see that it is about a year and a half since I last resoled these shoes,
and three years almost exactly since I made them.
For the technically minded among you,
I run about 25 miles a week which makes about 1500 miles per set of soles, give or take,
since sometimes in the summer I wear a yellow canvas pair,
and sometimes I wear no shoes at all...
and three years almost exactly since I made them.
For the technically minded among you,
I run about 25 miles a week which makes about 1500 miles per set of soles, give or take,
since sometimes in the summer I wear a yellow canvas pair,
and sometimes I wear no shoes at all...
