Shoemaking Scraps

I confess.

It's true.

PK and I had our first fight BUT hey, she started it.

Yes, she did. Now I'm certain that she'll bust in here or post on her own site where she'll try to fill your head with lies but remember... you heard it here first. You heard the TRUTH here first!!

Now it's no big deal to tell you all that last week we spent time in Colonial Williamsburg touring the sites there. If you were there and saw two women in matching T-shirts then yup, that sure was us. It was a blast and we got along wonderfully.

Well, that is up until the fight.

Remember. She started it.

Here's what happened:

We went to watch the shoe makers do their thing. It was quite fascinating to listen to them talk about how the shoes of the era were made.

Then and now only the finest leather was/is used.

Did someone say LEATHER?

PK and I looked at each other with that knowing look as one of the shoemakers took a razor to a BEAUTIFUL piece of hide. He cut out a perfect soul for the bottom of a shoe and then picked the scrap up in his hand.

Picture it. A long strip of leather dangling from his hand. It just hung there while he talked. PK and I had to be thinking the same thing: We wondered what became of all that lovely scrap leather. Her eyes were twinkling so I KNEW that she was thinking the EXACT same way that I was.

As we turned back to the shoemaker after looking at one another it was then that it happened.

No. Not our first fight. That came later.

What happened then caused me to gasp and nearly choke in disbelief. I can't be too sure but I do believe that PK was in the same state of mind and physical choking status at that moment in time.

Would you believe that as this shoemaker man talked with us he nonchalantly threw that beautiful scrap of leather out the window that you see in the above picture??

I was STUNNED. I mean what a waste!!!

As we left the shoemaker's shop we talked of the pity it was to waste such good leather. I mean, surely it's got to be good for SOMETHING.

It was about then that PK and I came up with the idea that if we could make our way around to the back of that shoemakers shop then we could retrieve that lovely leather for our very own from underneath the window it was tossed through.

The men followed. We came upon a gate and for a split second I gave up hope thinking it would be locked and that there'd be no way we could get to the leather. I mean it was no secret they didn't want us going around there anyhow.

PK tried the gate. It opened and we slipped on through.

That's when the fight happened.

I had seen that scrap of leather first when he tossed it out the window and felt certain that it rightfully belonged to me. My twin however had the audacity to think it was HERS. Not wanting to cause a scene and get us into trouble I let her take the lovely scrap while I settled for a few mere morsels of leather. Although they smell quite leathery lovely they don't have the spanking potential that the big piece that PK got had.

Okay so I'm kidding.

It's true. We did go around back and gather up the scraps worth gathering that the shoemakers tossed through the window. I mean, wouldn't you? Free leather? What I'm kidding about is us fighting. On the contrary we giggled like a couple of fifth graders at a slumber party. Our scraps were quite lovely although - and this is the sad, sad truth - PK's dog ate hers. Somehow he got into the bag she'd placed hers in and ... well.... you know how dogs are!!

I thought about sending her some of my scraps. I have enough to share however I think she got what she deserved for hogging up the best pieces.

So there you have one vacation story. We stole leather. Then again is it possible to steal what another has trashed?