I won't bore you with, well, boring details of what is swirling and twirling in my life these days. But, I'm poppin' back into IU for a quick moment to say, like these red socks at this time of year...professional shoe shines are alive and well in South Florida. Well, West Palm anyway.
You heard me. Shoe shines.
Listen, in my opinion (which no one cares the least bit about) there are not enough men in the world who give a tiny rat's ass about the hue of their feet leather (don't even get me started on the possibility of shoe faux-leather).
Men feet (well, their shoes) are a BIG DEAL. It's the first thing you notice. Okay, their smile, then shoes.
Now, don't get me wrong, kids. I personally do NOT get my diamond encrusted flats and stacks polished. Come ON!
However, I proudly say that my son cares enough to spend cold cash to get all spit 'n polished. Don't be giving me the squint-eye, I'm talking about his SHOES, okay? The water hose is good enough when he wants to be really sparkly all over!
As a fan of fancy-whatever, I smile to myself, secure in the knowledge that gentility of the 30's and 40's, when men-folk really snazzed it up in the attire department, still lingers on...in small ways...like highly shimmering shoes.
One more thing.
Those red socks?
Don't consider them appropriate ALL year (not just during the ho-ho-ho season)?
Well, think again.
Our buddy across THE pond, British-Brian, demonstrated the quiet elegance of them while enduring my company aboard the Queen Victoria.
Off I go...my diamond (CZ) encursted shoes await.
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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