The Fruits of My Labor
Oh leather store, how I lament thee. Today was my last day. How I will greatly miss the smell and feel of dead cow, and occasional pig...the burning thread I squish into the grain of leather to keep the stitch from unraveling, and the small tinge of pain it leaves on my fingertip...Wayne and Ken, my very own personal leather seneis...bikers feeding my ego...and of course...product:
Behold...
Harness belt with Alice in Wonderland trophy buckle accented with fluorescent pink stitching. I made it myself. I'm very proud.
I won't be able to do that as Verizon's corporate monkey, so I am going to make an effort to continue leather crafting as a hobby, which will hopefully help out my art career, if it's still able to exist.
Damn being broke.
Behold...
Harness belt with Alice in Wonderland trophy buckle accented with fluorescent pink stitching. I made it myself. I'm very proud.
I won't be able to do that as Verizon's corporate monkey, so I am going to make an effort to continue leather crafting as a hobby, which will hopefully help out my art career, if it's still able to exist.
Damn being broke.