What leather craft has given me in life.

[Beehive]

I wanted to send this out to the internet. Call it the leather community or your pick. 

 

When I was a young Texas kid. Every stereotype that has been projected onto Texas. It's pretty much true. Cowboys, cows, and the occasional goat. A specific, definable, culture. One aspect was leather. Through my life, I've stood and stared at gun belts and holsters displayed at the Texas Ranger museum. Other influences was cowboys themselves. Leather and conchos are a poor man's jewelry. 

I've never made things to sell. I made/make them out of need. I've made holster after holster. Knife sheaths. Spur straps. Handcuff cases. Flash light holders...

 

Then life hits. Hits you hard. Taking you to some horribly dark places. Takes things from you and doesn't give them back. I speak of injury. 

 

Life is getting more difficult for me. My memory is slipping. I act like I'm still young. Thinking I'm not broke and can still do the things I did. Then one day, you have to come to terms. Stop lying to yourself, accept yourself, and most importantly. Love yourself.

I've gone from being able to knock out a project in two days. To needing an entire month to finish. I've kept and keep personal journals. I record my thoughts. And I still keep up the fight. I can still do it and do it strong. I have worth. It just takes me a hair longer. 

Leather craft is a passion. It's how I'll a leave a mark on this world. A little piece of myself that's still there. The key is perfect stitching. 

 

Thank You and Thanks for the website. I enjoy being here. 

 

God Bless.

 

 

Edited 17 hours ago by Beehive