Thursday, December 13, 2012

At the Shoe Store

My great-great grandfather was a master cobbler (no, really! And that would be "mastah cobblah," to you) so shoes are in my genes. When I was little I loved going to the shoe store and getting fitted for a new pair. What are we faced with today? Do it yourself in the aisle with little bits of nylon for your feet? How undignified. Look at this beautiful old New York shoe store.
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Margaret said...

Oh yeah, for us DC rez's, it was "Hahns Shoes. Paneling, carpeting, and personalized fitting by men in suits and slicked back hair. Existed from the 60s to the 80s, and miss it.

Yeah, what's up with no shoe boxes any longer? And rubber ties holding shoes together like we just got off the boat?

Really, dahling..

8:45 PM
JamiSings said...

Only place that measures anymore is SAS and it's always extremely casually dressed women who are very rude. Takes all the fun out of shoe shopping.

10:17 AM
Ask the Cool Cookie said...

I miss the service aspect of shoe store. I hate DSW. But I don't miss the old perverts that would work at the stores and still on that stool and ask you to rest you foot on their crotch. Gross, yes, and it happened one too many times for me.

2:08 PM
Donna Lethal said...

Aha! Sorry, I couldn't resist. There's an incredible scene from the never-finished "Something's Got to Give," with MM and Wally Cox (!) as the shoe salesman (!!) where he's trying to fit her.

2:47 PM
Ask the Cool Cookie said...

Yeah, I was thinking about that too, but its actually from Move Over Darling, which was the name of the film after MM left the project and then died.

2:55 PM
Donna Lethal said...

Of course it is! You're right. I was so busy thinking about Wally I forgot the details.

5:05 PM
mark Down Under said...

No wonder shopping is so dispiriting these days...sigh.

6:11 PM

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