I spent a good portion of this past holiday weekend trying to prove to myself that I could still sew with some success! My last few projects have been frustrating wadders that I’d like set on fire, rather than wad up and throw on the floor. But this weekend I produced three neatly made, wearable pieces, which maybe didn’t end up being to my taste or my style, but are definitely proof that I at least sort of know what I am doing. Pictures hopefully taken tonight, if I can be bothered to stop catching up on Doctor Who long enough to snap myself.
I bought a new leather belt. It smells like Europe. It was made in Canada and not China (like surely my last half dozen belts were) and I wonder if that isn’t the difference. I mean, it smells like leather, but it smells like leather I only associate with Europe. It’s wonderful and merely opening the box it came in filled me with fantastical memories of the streets of Florence and the amazing foothills of the Pyrenees, of shopping in Amsterdam and riding night trains through Germany. Even if I was to never wear the belt (which I surely will) the price was 100% worth the evening of those memories. To that end I leave you with a tiny slice of vistas I have seen.