My feet are, as or dear friend Father Blute, used to say, "My cross to bear". Unless they are perfectly shod, they get cranky and let me know what is wrong in no uncertain terms. I have owned the boots pictured below for many years. I bought them , a vintage pair of Larry Mahan boots at an online auction. They are really comfortable. Unfortunately the delicate snakeskin on the foot part of the boot has begun to break. I had repaired two other pairs of boots a couple of years ago by covering broken leather with leather patches put in place with barge glue. I did the same operation again last night, but instead of using the thin and flexible metallic leather that I had used for the patches above, I pulled out a heavy olive green skin that I had purchased somewhere a really long time ago. Last time I draped newspaper over my boot tops to create a pattern. This time I was more clever and taped strips of painters tape over the boot parts that needed to be patched. I careful...
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