Progress (?)

Two bags, completely tooled. Ready for resist and antique and paint and rivets....hundreds and hundreds of rivets.

Two bag bodies, hand cut, hand punched and hand punched-out pieces removed.

One freaking tired woman who needs a break but cannot take one just yet.

To blog is to break today: in a minute it's right back in there.

My hands are bruised (yes, actually bruised!) and blistered from the bag-making: it's tough, tough work and not for the weak of muscle or of heart: it breaks you down with its repetitive tasks and and makes you smile at the resulting beauty....

it is the best and worst of leathercraft and I have decided to make two at once....

why?

Because the leather shop is too empty for comfort...

Because one is a custom order 

Mostly I am doing this because I thought I could! 

My sister and I compare notes every once in a while about how we like to give ourselves too much to do so we can see if we're tough enough to actually accomplish our tasks...

Often I do, but this week I am lagging behind my bizarre deadlines

AND I still have music to learn for my trip back to Redlands/LA....

My only request from you today is this: if you've piled one more thing onto your daily task list to see if you can do it - don't. 

Drink a hot cup of tea and breathe.

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Ahhhhh.