I've been very busy the last few weeks, sorting through my treasures and getting them ready to make into books. Ah, Gentle Readers, the hours and hours I have spent bent over a vintage leather glove or handbag, unpicking a million tiny stitches, feeling somewhat like a character from a Dickens novel: "Please, sir, I want some more" and so forth. But at last I have a nice pile of leather:
I've also finished making a travel journal out of a piece of upcycled leather with wonderfully worn edges. This one is lined with a piece of a cozy Pendleton wool blanket.
The Traveler (sold)