In Response to My Boot Woes, an Email From Papa

by Marinka on November 17, 2010

Is your cobbler __________*? Did not want to ask you on the open forum… They are all crooks, plus you have the mark of the shoe repair victim on your face.


And is there a cream that I can buy at Sephora that can help me get rid of it?

* Ethnic-religious group name redacted in order to offend as many people as possible.

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Holly November 17, 2010 at 6:48 pm

You have a cobbler? Is this a NYC thing? Do you all have cobblers? How about candlestick makers?

And yes, Sephora has a cream for everything.


anna see November 17, 2010 at 7:48 pm

I can’t believe I wasn ‘t up to date on your cobbler saga!

Just read it all. Can’t believe you are holding up so well in such circumstances.


marathonmom November 17, 2010 at 7:50 pm

Where is Matt Lauer when the shoe shit goes down in the NYC? Maybe this is one for Ann Curry?


deborah l quinn
November 17, 2010 at 8:19 pm

Boots Matter. And GOOD boots matter A LOT. So just lay back (lie back? hate that damn verb) … well, whatever it is that Queen Victoria said: lay back and think of England. And let the cobbler have his way with your…boots. You don’t fuck with boots. You fix them for as long as there is leather left to fix. Tell Papa that whatever you paid was a HELL of a lot cheaper than buying a new pair of boots. And then play him Nancy Sinatra.
um, and, also? we’d probably all like the name of your cobbler. Isn’t that a great word? Conveys such old-world comfort and aesthetics and perhaps he helped to train Daniel Day Lewis, and wouldn’t we all like HIM to fix our… boots?


November 17, 2010 at 10:58 pm

your papa is a smart smart man. they are all crooks, especially the ones in Manhattan.


November 17, 2010 at 11:35 pm

Papa’s probably right….he must be able to recognize the mark of the shoe repair victim from miles away.

In other words, your cobbler saw you coming…

(thank you, I love papa)


traci November 18, 2010 at 6:55 am

re: Das Boot-you’re certifiable. You know that, right?

Disclaimer: I took a coat to the seamstress last week to have pockets made(what fucking coat doesn’t come with pockets?) And due to a seemingly severe lacking of estrogen, I screamed “Don’t tell me that a pocket would ruin the lines of the coat! You’re wearing MOM JEANS AND A DONALD DUCK SWEATSHIRT.” Out loud, Marinka. Out Loud.

I don’t have a white flag to wave, but my psychosis flag is looking more and more tattered as the days pass.


I'm Nate's Mom November 18, 2010 at 12:36 pm

I keep reading this over and over. I can’t stop laughing.


dusty earth mother November 18, 2010 at 11:40 am

I know you’re not much for photos, but I think this post calls for one. Don’t we all want to see Marinka with The Mark of the Shoe Repair Victim? Or is it just me?


Heather November 18, 2010 at 11:41 am

Your dad is freaking hilarious…your response to his commentary even more so!!!


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