Freshman year of high school, my parents bought me a shiny, new pair of black, 8 hole Doc Martens- essentially announcing to the world that I was ready to be really, really cool. Along with this purchase came my father’s military-born instructions for how to care for such a precious item of status and quality: “A little water. A little polish. A lot of rubbing”
In lieu of having your own father sit down and teach you this point of pride, this informative graphic does a fine job. Thanks to the blog The Art of Manliness for entering into my radar tonight. There is a lot of useful stuff on there!
I once had an awful boyfriend who would comment, with some disdain, that due to my independence and interests I classified as being “barely a female”. At the time, something didn’t allow me to understand how enraging I found that comment to be but I never once let such a small mind make me second guess the things that I liked, loved, or enjoyed. And so, to wit, shoe polishing remains one of my favorite wardrobe chores. Twice a year, I’ll set aside a night, take out all of my leather shoes, and sit at the kitchen table- polishing the night away and feeling flush with pride.