Monday, July 23, 2012
Well, a long strange trip it was for the driving shoes in the photo, culminating in a most gracious reader calling on Calzaturificio Miserocchi, which after taking my money had heretofore not bothered responding to email and had lied to the interpreter I hired to call them. But after he asked about my shoes, said reader was led to a pair on a workbench and told they were mine, and that they had not been sent because the maker did not understand international shipping. Right.
Anyway, said drivers arrived in the right size but the wrong color, which should have been expected I suppose. Needless to say, that firm will not be getting the order they were supposed to be a sample for but I have found another factory in the meantime and hope to have them in dark red this coming autumn.
I have commented favorably on Miserocchi drivers due to that Agnelli association on this site once or twice in the past, but now I can only discourage interested parties from parking there. Like Ambrosi, Miserocchi provides another example of the frustrations associated with the hobby and a reason not to chase after everything new and different that someone like me discovers off the hitherto beaten path.