Chunky, black, leather, platform, boots.
Say no more. iLOVE.
These boots have a story. The story of these boots is part of mine & mine part of theirs.
I believe when I first picked these boots up at b. resale, my friend Allison (the owner / b. boss lady) said something along the lines of, 'I can't believe I didn't think of you when I saw those... those boots are SO you...' Blah blah blah something sounding sales pitchy but in actuality the boots are perfect for me, classic me style. Allison was just being a good friend, looking out, helping me to justify a purchase that I was likely to make regardless.
I bought the boots and loved them more than if I had been their first possessor. The fact that they were already broken in with some soft creases for easy walking was lovely.
Unfortunately one night I was out with a few girlfriends and we were dancing our way through downtown Minneapolis, proper NE, the Northloop, slutty corner (the name I've given to 1st & 6th area). All of a sudden, I believe we were at 'the Well' when the rubber sole fell off of my left boot's heel. Lucky for me I was sober enough, and being observant. I collected the rubber piece, remarkably keeping track of it for the remainder of the evening.
I had to walk around a bit differently, sort of a waddle-strut to try and keep the damage to the wooden part of the heal to a minimum. Like Allison and I both said in a few different phrasings, these boots were made for me, essential to maximize my wardrobes potential, yada yada, so the next week I promptly found a shoe repair place and put them to the test.
Unfortunately one night I was out with a few girlfriends and we were dancing our way through downtown Minneapolis, proper NE, the Northloop, slutty corner (the name I've given to 1st & 6th area). All of a sudden, I believe we were at 'the Well' when the rubber sole fell off of my left boot's heel. Lucky for me I was sober enough, and being observant. I collected the rubber piece, remarkably keeping track of it for the remainder of the evening.
I had to walk around a bit differently, sort of a waddle-strut to try and keep the damage to the wooden part of the heal to a minimum. Like Allison and I both said in a few different phrasings, these boots were made for me, essential to maximize my wardrobes potential, yada yada, so the next week I promptly found a shoe repair place and put them to the test.
Once before I had paid to get a pair of boots repaired, only to have them break in the same exact spot weeks later. I won't name names, this isn't that kind of blog. I will say that this new place I found, a small inconspicuous hole on Lyndale appears less promising than a more prominent, expensive looking store front in a similar part of town. Apply that thing they say about judging a book's cover...
I am in love with Old World Cobblers - Complete Shoe and Leather Repair. You would barely notice this store front if you weren't in the market for a cobbler but I was and I did. I don't remember what else I was in Uptown for but luckily I decided to stop in.
The owner, Alex was wonderful. He took my boots and the piece of rubber sole that I brought in and explained to me that he would have to build the heel back up. When I had walked on the shoe after dancing it to death the heel started to wear off so before he could put the sole back on he had to make it even with the other heel's height. (There is a detail shot above where you can sort of see what I have explained.) It all made perfect sense, he seemed trustworthy, so I left these puppies (and even a few more pairs!). When I returned Alex promised me that I could dance as hard as I wanted and those boots should be able to handle any kind of move that I could bust.
I am in love with Old World Cobblers - Complete Shoe and Leather Repair. You would barely notice this store front if you weren't in the market for a cobbler but I was and I did. I don't remember what else I was in Uptown for but luckily I decided to stop in.
The owner, Alex was wonderful. He took my boots and the piece of rubber sole that I brought in and explained to me that he would have to build the heel back up. When I had walked on the shoe after dancing it to death the heel started to wear off so before he could put the sole back on he had to make it even with the other heel's height. (There is a detail shot above where you can sort of see what I have explained.) It all made perfect sense, he seemed trustworthy, so I left these puppies (and even a few more pairs!). When I returned Alex promised me that I could dance as hard as I wanted and those boots should be able to handle any kind of move that I could bust.
The boots had been cleaned to perfection and I could not wait to get them on my feet. I wore them for about 6 days straight on a trip to Chicago. I even got a huge compliment from a seriously fashionable man on the L while I was taking the redline one night.
"Those are great boots, love the chunky heel girl." Fashion Guy on the Train
Me : #giddy with thank yous
"Those are great boots, love the chunky heel girl." Fashion Guy on the Train
Me : #giddy with thank yous
Not only did I refuse to let a pair of perfectly beautiful shoes be added to a landfill but I put a man to work, stimulated the economy and invested in my wardrobe. With their new reinforced strength these boots could quite possibly out live me.
xox, kp
xox, kp
This installment and all future 'For the Love of Shoes' features are brought to you by KatiaPriceless & Old World Cobblers - Complete Shoe and Leather Repair
MINNEAPOLIS IF YOU NEED SHOES OR LEATHER GOODIES REPAIRED THIS IS THE PLACE, fo reals!
MINNEAPOLIS IF YOU NEED SHOES OR LEATHER GOODIES REPAIRED THIS IS THE PLACE, fo reals!
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