When I returned from playing bridge today I decided it was time to polish my black leathers. We do have shoe polish! It’s leftover from days of yore and obviously not used anymore.
When I was a kid it was a Saturday job to polish my dad’s shoes. I remember the waxy stuff, and then the polish that came out of the tube like a bingo marker. I didn’t enjoy that task much, but it was something “nice you can do for your father.” I guess my mom didn’t enjoy it either? Anyway, we have the waxy stuff – Kiwi shoe polish purchased eons ago for 85 cents. What is the story there? Naming, cost, and by the way, can be used as a stain for unfinished wood. (I read the back of the container.)
The bonus to my efforts was finding a dusty plastic bag in the polish basket, which of course, I opened. My husband had stashed a beautiful shirt he bought for me and forgot to give me one Christmas. Along with shinier shoes I now have something new to wear. It was rather nice to shop in the closet!
