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Productivity is at a moderate to low ebb, which is better than I’d expected tbh. At work, I’ve been wishing I had a pair of slippers or clogs to wear around the place, because I don’t need to be wearing cute shoes and if I hike in sometimes my feet are damp. I was ordering stuff from L.L. Bean and I saw their wool clogs and was like, “I used to have a pair of those, I liked them, i should get another,” and then I was like, “those are $79″, and then “what happened to the pair I had, anyway?” and I know it was literally like a decade or two ago, but I probably didn’t throw them out, did I? So this morning I went and dug through the bottom of the hall closet and sure enough, there were two pairs of Bean clogs, one leather and one wool. The wool ones have worn spots that have developed into holes, and my mother mended them, a decade or two ago. But the leather ones were just grubby.
So I washed both pairs of clogs, scrubbed ancient mud off the soles, used leather soap on the leather ones. The wool ones are drying and then I’m going to research how to do needle felting, I bet I could cram some of this sheep fleece I have into those holes and then felt it into place. Why not try, anyway? And the leather ones, well, they look new, so I guess I have a new pair of leather clogs to wear. Great!
I also found some shoes that I threw into that closet because obviously they were too worn or old or gross to wear anymore. And so… why not… throw them away??? There’s one pair in particular that I remember wearing a lot right before I got my patellar tendonitis diagnosis and the physical therapist guy was like “see those, throw those out,” and so I put them in the closet and have never put them back on. I mean, they were the kind of clunky-soled black fake-leather shoes that were extremely trendy in the UK in 1999, so it’s not like I would be depriving myself horribly to dispose of them entirely, but it’s not even worth hanging onto them to experiment with remaking shoes, since the lasts and soles are specifically of a type that was damaging my knees when I wore them, so like… throw? them? away?
A radical step.
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Productivity is at a moderate to low ebb, which is better than I’d expected tbh. At work, I’ve been wishing I had a pair of slippers or clogs to wear around the place, because I don’t need to be wearing cute shoes and if I hike in sometimes my feet are damp. I was ordering stuff from L.L. Bean and I saw their wool clogs and was like, “I used to have a pair of those, I liked them, i should get another,” and then I was like, “those are $79″, and then “what happened to the pair I had, anyway?” and I know it was literally like a decade or two ago, but I probably didn’t throw them out, did I? So this morning I went and dug through the bottom of the hall closet and sure enough, there were two pairs of Bean clogs, one leather and one wool. The wool ones have worn spots that have developed into holes, and my mother mended them, a decade or two ago. But the leather ones were just grubby.
So I washed both pairs of clogs, scrubbed ancient mud off the soles, used leather soap on the leather ones. The wool ones are drying and then I’m going to research how to do needle felting, I bet I could cram some of this sheep fleece I have into those holes and then felt it into place. Why not try, anyway? And the leather ones, well, they look new, so I guess I have a new pair of leather clogs to wear. Great!
I also found some shoes that I threw into that closet because obviously they were too worn or old or gross to wear anymore. And so… why not… throw them away??? There’s one pair in particular that I remember wearing a lot right before I got my patellar tendonitis diagnosis and the physical therapist guy was like “see those, throw those out,” and so I put them in the closet and have never put them back on. I mean, they were the kind of clunky-soled black fake-leather shoes that were extremely trendy in the UK in 1999, so it’s not like I would be depriving myself horribly to dispose of them entirely, but it’s not even worth hanging onto them to experiment with remaking shoes, since the lasts and soles are specifically of a type that was damaging my knees when I wore them, so like… throw? them? away?
A radical step.
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