Friday, January 28, 2011
Perhaps influenced by President Obama's State of the Union address the other day, the driver from DHL who brought the photo's chocolate brown W. S. Foster casual semi-brogues shoes to my door asked why I did not just get shoes made in the "good old U.S.A." Loathe to get into a politically charged discussion after the mess I apparently made of Wednesday's Stone post, I mumbled something incomprehensible and signed his receipt as hastily as possible.
I suppose I should not get too excited about the second coming (no, this is not a religious post either) of shoes that were ordered two years ago. They fit, and that is a relief, but then bespoke shoes are supposed to fit and usually do.
It was the usually do part that was the thing with these. One of them, I believe it was the left but am too lazy to go back and look, originally arrived a quarter of an inch too long, which is Not A Good Thing for a slipon. The good folks at Foster's took them back and re-made them of course (I am told the originals are offered for sale in Foster's Jermyn Street store at a huge discount that might make them interesting to anyone who wears a Euro 41 1/2, UK 8 1/2 or US 9). My part in the matter was the most difficult - I sat and waited for most of another year - but that is over now.
The intervening time brought one small benefit and that is the new-to-Foster's oversized box that the shoes were packed in. It is designed to be labelled and then presumably to sit on a shelf waiting for its contents to be called upon. It is nice to know that I could use it that way if I wanted but my shoe shelves are packed too tightly to fit the box.
The important thing is that they fit!