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Toska · 06-19-2016, 06:43 AM

I bought a pair of JCPenney work boots from the 1920's in excellent condition off of eBay. And yes, I do plan on actually wearing them at work (with my modern insoles, of course).

The thought of wearing shoes nearly a century old is exciting when I think of the storied past that accompanies them. Every step becomes a meditation on the passage of time. I'm thinking about their previous owner and the world as it was before these boots where stored and forgotten for the next 90-odd years.

I'll think of the long-dead cobbler who might have bench-built them, the nails (possibly lead?!) they drove into the leather soles. The leather itself was once part of an animal that lived and grazed out in, what I imagine to be, an open field in one of the last tracts of the untamed west. There is clay still caked on the soles. There's something very surreal about touching that clay and realizing it's from the very last step someone will ever take until the next century...

Old stuff is cool.

06-19-2016, 06:43 AM	#3583
Toska Junior Member How Do You Identify?: Masculine of Center Preferred Pronoun?: She/Her. I'll let a "he/him/sir" slide every now and then. Relationship Status: Single; not looking. Join Date: Oct 2012 Location: North of Purgatory Posts: 49 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 26 Thanked 106 Times in 31 Posts Rep Power: 2147498	I bought a pair of JCPenney work boots from the 1920's in excellent condition off of eBay. And yes, I do plan on actually wearing them at work (with my modern insoles, of course). The thought of wearing shoes nearly a century old is exciting when I think of the storied past that accompanies them. Every step becomes a meditation on the passage of time. I'm thinking about their previous owner and the world as it was before these boots where stored and forgotten for the next 90-odd years. I'll think of the long-dead cobbler who might have bench-built them, the nails (possibly lead?!) they drove into the leather soles. The leather itself was once part of an animal that lived and grazed out in, what I imagine to be, an open field in one of the last tracts of the untamed west. There is clay still caked on the soles. There's something very surreal about touching that clay and realizing it's from the very last step someone will ever take until the next century... Old stuff is cool.