It was time to make the other shoe. Djävulen was postponed into the future, so I didn’t feel stressed anymore. I took my time making the other shoe while watching bad movies and drinking loads of tea. I started up by flesh-edge-stitching the two parts of the overleather together, placed like in the pic below.
Next, I started to saddle-stitch the sole to the overleather, not forgetting the so called rand, a strip of leather placed between the sole and the overleather. The rand is used to make the shoe more stable as well as protecting the overleather from being worn out, as the wearer often treads on it, and to provide extra water proofing. In the pic below, the rand is marked by a red arrow. Don’t forget to get the layers all right – the shoe is about to be turned inside out when you are finished! It is mind bending and tricky business, which requires quite a bit of thought.
This time the overleather seemed to be a bit too small. I can’t imagine how this is possible, as both sole and overleather on both shoes were cut from the exact same pattern. Still, it happened, and I had to really struggle, and bend the sole to get it together.
When the shoe was all put together, I tunnel-stitched strips of reinforcing leather to the edges, where the lace holes where to be put. Tunnel seam is similar to flesh-edge-seam, with the difference that you don’t allow the awl to go out through the leather edge – you rather make sort of a tunnel in the leather, not going through to the outside of it. Bah. The pic will illustrate:
When this all is finished, it is time to soak your shoe. This is done to soften the thick sole, and to make the overleather more pliable – otherwise we wouldn’t be able to turn the shoe at all. Just let it soak over night.
The next morning, hell awaited. I removed all children, cats and elderly people – the air was about to thicken by coarse language and burning curses. It is a true feat to turn a shoe, and it requires strength and patience.
I worked it for maybe 45 minutes. My muscles ached, my hair was all over my face, I was sweating and my throat was sore from grunting and swearing. I used a broomstick and a shaft to a mace, but the leather would hardly budge. I thought I was getting somewhere. And then:
The bastard broke! @£#¤$%%& – as they say in magazines…