As a child, one of the tasks I was often handed was to polish my fathers shoes. Brush, then apply polish, then buff. Today, my dad’s beat up old slip-ons looked like they needed some help. So I spent 10 minutes treating them.
Let me just say that my father has more shoes than all four women in this house put together.
You can imagine what this looks like inside. Like pasty brown toothpaste. Waxy.
I’m thinking I should do more of these posts. My father’s shoes are always full of character, and have many years on them.