Cordovan and Cleft Lips

Our life over here at CasaMinimus continues to be an embarrassment of blessings. Always has been—pretty much so—when I think about it. The blessings continue and to that end, it’s time to give back. So today, my friend Michael is the culprit. The guilty party responsible—for repairing a child’s face.

You know that Smile Train is one of my few and favorite charities. You’ve heard the story about it so I won’t repeat it verbatim. Read here if you want the full story of why I love what they do. I’ve told you the story about the father carrying his little girl in his arms for miles…to get for her what we would more easily get for our daughters here in the States. I’ve told you about how their business model stands up to the kind of transparency and rigor that all charities should be held. Two hundred and fifty bucks repairs one cleft lip/palate. And you know I love kids. So Michael, your kindness and generosity assures that today, a child’s life is changed forever.

I’ve written almost everything I can about Shell Cordovan. There will be another flurry of cordo verbiage when the John Deere’s roll in but otherwise—I’ve probably exhausted the topic. But Michael, in response to one of my recent cordo mentions lets me know that his Crockett and Jones brown Harvards are a wee bit too small. Assuming they might fit me he asks if I want them. Does ten pounds of flour make a big biscuit?

The parcel rolls in and there’s also a t-shirt for LFG. We both donned our gifts right out of the box and sported them on our standing Friday night date to Cactus Cantina. You remember the excitement of new P.F. Flyers or Chucks right? I wanted to wear mine to bed. I think I passed out with my new C&Js on last night. Shut up.

Fitting like a glove—these babies have an MSRP just north of three hundred and fifty pounds. But for the disastrous state of the euro and pound, these would be seven hundred dollar shoes. No way could I accept such a generous gift without tithing something over at Smile Train.

C&J as well as Edward Green supply some of the tastiest goods to the Polo—Ralph pedal lineup. My Polo whiskey cordo tassels are C&J…as Borat would say…Niiiiiiice.

Shell Cordovan involves nuance. And there's just enough depth in cordovan patina to provide just that... nuance. Just now realized how fuzzy the dice are in this picture. Color-texture-tone...kinda reminds me of a Marrakesh Bazaar...but in a trailer park. Tanned ankles in another month and this rig is out of the park...ing lot. Also just realized how many times I used the word "just" in this paragraph. And y'all just know already that I don't edit my written stream of randomness posts. The lack of editorial effort and syntaxical rigor just adds to the nuance of my half-ass blog. Whew...that burst of whateverishness left me spent. Just hand me a cig and a martini.

 Here's a little something for the ladies. And Teeshon. Do not complain about the picture. If it was more clear and precise it would be porn.

So Michael…here’s to you my friend…and to the child who is on the way to a better life thanks to your generosity.

Onward…in Cordovan. LFG and ADG

Ps…Go ahead…I DARE you. Go to the Smile Train website and help a child. Clicking the final button for your donation will feel almost as good as clicking on the bleeders at O’Connell’s. Almost. And…you don’t have to give the full two-fifty—they’ll appreciate whatever you can give.