After a long trip I arrived home late in the evening to TOM House. A beautiful amber glow was emitting from all the windows of the House offering a warm, welcoming homecoming to a tired traveler. On the first landing rested a glistening pair of boots, beaming and in regal erection. The table on the stair is reserved for boots of special renown. Two more steps towards this altar and I notice the curl in the toes – these are Tom’s logging boots.
I had entrusted this special footgear into the care of Mastro Geppetto, or was his name Merlin, or Sleepy, or the unnamed spawn of the lord of the middle earth? No, he is known as David Alexson – my Leather brother – and he is a bit of all of the above.
I could have given them to a Finnish shoemaker or a museum conservator, yet my instincts served me well. These boots have had magic applied to them. Now they are as strong as Ukko’s hammer.
Thank you Dave, you have transformed these worn specimens with the renewed skin of a Nordic god. Tom of Finland would be proud.