Atelier
My day of running errands last week resulted in a cracked shoe heel, in an emergency sort of way. I was pointed to the nearest shoe repair, Jim’s Shoe Repair. When I entered the shop, I felt like Jane Seymour in Somewhere in Time, only this time it was 1932, the year Jim’s Shoe Repair opened. As I opened the door, my eyes widened and my pace instantly transitioned.
I was ushered into an individual mini-booth, with an Alice in Wonderland type hinged door, where I sat while my shoe was mended. In each booth there is a little leather foot rest to keep your feet from touching the floor while seated, and the privacy of the booth allows your exposed feet to be hidden from the public. How delightfully elegant! The original gold cash register is still in use and the beautifully pitched ring of the buttons and drawer are sublime.
How civilized to have a place to secret your bare feet while your shoe is being repaired at Jim’s Shoe Repair.
The original register from 1932 still rings out each customer with a beautiful cha-ching.
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