THINGS I HOPE NOT TO BE: The poster child for the LL Bean lifestyle, whatever that is. Not all the time, in any event. Since my life is just as permeated with things from LLB now as it was in the catalog-only, order by mail or phone era of the early 1980′s.
THINGS I MOST CERTAINLY AM: Possessed of that peculiar brand of Yankee flintiness that compels me to get all of the use of something, without being psychotically cheap in the process.
WHY I MENTION THIS: Because items 2 and 3 above have our Maine floating rope doormat from LLB as the background. The last time we were in Maine, I got turned on to the idea of fisherman recycling banned nylon fishing rope as something useful. And after three years, ours has faded down nicely. But of course it’s still in one piece since it’s meant to be wet. Often.
As Some Assembly Required would confirm for you, I am one of those people who is not tough on clothes or shoes. I might get tired of something sooner than it will wear out. So it annoyed me greatly that my go-to camp mocs gave up the ghost sole-wise when the uppers had scads of wear left in them. And to be fair, I was somewhat motivated by @a-trad-confused‘s re-soling adventure earlier this year with the same style shoe.
Knowing that LLB will no longer resole, I took these shoes to my regular shoe guy near the courthouse, the one that puts heels on my dress shoes for reasonable rates and without undue delay. And somewhat to my disgust and frustration, he looked at me like a not-very-smart child and explained to me in his charming accent that the shoes were “dis-po-sa-ble” and that I should throw them away and get a new pair. Not in his character usually. Ah well.
I then took them to shoe guy #2, who is in a much less convenient location and who up until now has primarily been a source of Meltonian shoe creme (which is getting harder and harder to find in a brick and mortar location). And he indicated that yes, he could resole them, with a relatively comparable sole, but that it might take a couple of weeks. He also said that since he wasn’t precisely sure which size sole would fit and did not have them in stock, he would go ahead and order the soles one size up and one size down as well. Which I thought showed a fine command of the problem.
It took three weeks. It cost me $45.00, roughly $40.00 less than new pair of mocs. After a good go with saddle soap, and another with Montana Pitch Blend (which I highly recommend for textured leather), they’re ready to rock. Did I mention I bought these shoes on pilgrimage to the mother ship in Freeport with Some Assembly Required, in the fall of 2007? Disposable my @ss.