Showing posts with label Things I actually like. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things I actually like. Show all posts
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tuesday Afternoon
Bostonian hand lasted Berwick Cordovan Oxford.
UPDATE 11/24/2011
I stand corrected. It should be a pair of Bluchers.
UPDATE 11/24/2011
I stand corrected. It should be a pair of Bluchers.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Russell Moccasin
Men's Oxford 300-SV |
Our finest oxford, stylish 4-eyelet design, with straight line quarter. Best grade Spainish[sic] Calf Grain in rich Royal Oak or Black color. Hand sewn toe seams; leather lined quarters; double oak soles and rubber heels. Heel counters.
Restoring my boots and boat shoes
Finally I amassed the basic essentials to "restore" my decade old boots and shoes. My Georgia boots leather has been pretty much bone dry and on the verge of cracking if I were to leave them as is. The Timberlands would probably join their deceased brethren in shoes heaven.
My weapons of choice for this minor restoration project are soap and lotion. It seemed simple enough but I had to wait for 6 months before I got them in the mail. I cleaned the shoes with soap, let them dry and then applied the lotion. Structurally the shoes are fine so it's not exactly a restoration other than reconditioning the leather.
Fiebing's Glycerine Saddle Soap.
I gingerly opened the packaging paper box and cut opened the plastic wrap. And there was this pristine rectangular bar of soap, in all its translucent 7 oz. orange glory. I wet a piece of rag salvaged from a flannel bed sheet, rubbed it against the soap and then rubbed it against the shoes. The lather wasn't particularly rich in part I guess I didn't really work it. But I felt like it was good enough. The soap had a very pleasant clean smell that's similar to that of my shaving soap, probably both are glycerine based with no scent added. Even though it says no scent added but I still smell something clean. Maybe next time I can use this saddle soap to shave. Or maybe not. I did this soapy thing late at night and I left the shoes and boots dry overnight in the basement where it's nice and cool.
I thought soap would normally dry out the leather. But I guess the answer is it really depends on the type of soap. For glycerine soap, it actually restores the leather and makes it supple. Good stuff.
Obenauf's Heavy Duty LP
Once the shoes were dry, I applied a coat of this stuff to the leather. I read that it doesn't have any scent but holy moley I think it has some natural scent that is light and appealing, almost like honey if honey has a smell. Maybe not artificial scent but it definitely carries some pleasant honey like smell. My fingers were all smooth, water repellent and smelled fantastic after applying Obenauf's to the shoes. Yes, I used my bare hand to apply the Obenauf's, showing a lot of love to my old shoes. I may just apply another coat.
I love my shoes and they love me back (the same cannot be said in other relationships).
I love my shoes and they love me back (the same cannot be said in other relationships).
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Birkenstock London
Bought in 2001. I wear it like Boston, that's without the counter like a pair of slippers. It's not exactly comfortable or uncomfortable but it's definitely not durable. My driving shoes, my take the garbage out shoes.
Timberland Boat Shoes
Timberland was hugely popular in Hong Kong in the 80s. A big part of it was
Original Musk
I don't know why I bought the musk. I don't wear scent, maybe once in a while when the moon is blue. Because I find it aggressive, intrusive and borderline rude to put on any scent in public. While you think whatever you put on is deliciously and definitively fantastic, others may very well think you smell absolutely repulsive. Plus there is not really any female deer or human to attract. I just like to leave it in the bathroom, as a decor. Or as an air freshener. The WD-40 smells equally refreshing.
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Georgia Boots
I probably bought these logger boots in 1993 or 1994. Back when Georgia boots only had its logo embossed discreetly on the leather upper. I just checked out their new boots. It's disgusting. They have their logo on the tongue and on the side. I never took care of these boots, I wish I had. Got to oil the leather up. I remember the first pair I had was defective, the leather near the heel area just broke on one of them. I wrote to the company together with a picture proving the defect, mind you, all done the old fashioned way with no email or jpeg. The company sent me a brand new pair no questions asked all the way to Hong Kong. I think that's customer service.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Blundstone
They're on their last leg. I need to find another pair. Or switch to something else. It's my third pair already.
Update: There were made in Australia. Not anymore.
Friday, February 04, 2011
I Love My Boots
I love my boots so much so that I keep buying them. (Blundstone 500 in case you must know)
Update: These were Made in Australia. Not anymore.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Blundstone

If for some reason you think Doc Martens is too grungy, too skin head, too polluted by the fashion crossovers like Chloe and Yohji Yamamoto, and thoroughly disgusted by their blatant ad of exploitation of dead people, fear not, there is still Blundstone, the unpolluted Aussie invention since 1870.
I can attest to its light weight, comfortable and durable construction as I wear a pair of 500 every day.
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