East Side Re-Rides would like to fix you up with a nice set of laces long enough to form a teeny tiny rope ladder in case you ever need to escape from an abandoned elevator shaft just in time to save your trapped friends from a captivity by a conspiracy of pirates. Space pirates. Yeah, bootlaces that long.
I’m just doing boots. I’m not doing crazy fancy contrast-stitched suede-inlay patent crocogator kangaroo leather ballroom dancing cowboy boots. I’m just doing regular cowhide boots. And I can do yours too, like for cheap.