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My shoes have holes in them. Not sure how or when it happened. But that’s where we are.
I’m a little bothered by how much it doesn’t bother me. This is the kind of thing that would have kept me up all night as a kid.
Now?
Most of the important bits are still inside the shoe. That’s worth considering. And they’re already broken in. Am I supposed to just toss out that whole investment of time and start from scratch? Seems a bit extreme. Plus, I’m pretty handy with duck-tape and a knife. A little surgery could add years of life to my shoes.
These are the thoughts I’m having. But on the flip-side, willingly walking around with holey shoes feels like a line I shouldn’t cross. I’ve already converted to stretchy jeans, and the t-shirt collection overwhelmed the button-ups long ago. Let one more thing slip and I might as well go full-on neckbeard.
I never really learned the classy / fancy / gentlemanly stuff growing up. I know enough not to embarrass myself in a cloth napkin restaurant. But the world of bespoke suits, clever wallets and personal style is foreign to me. You know what I’m talking about. The GQ stuff - I think... Is GQ still a thing?
It’s a little late for resolutions, but maybe I strap on a bit of classy style shit in 2020. Maybe bring some MB’s along for the ride if you’re into rugged / fancy / mens lifestyle stuff. What do you think?
~ The Magnificent Bastard
P.S. Crowded Barrel is blending the second ever Texas whiskey blend. A mix of bourbon, Rye, and wheat whiskey. I sip. I love. I own.
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