Working again, so time is short. Such is the nature of battling against deadlines. I miss the chance to blog well and with feeling. So today’s offering is tactile…something that I love and that I’d have difficulty finding the right words to describe, even if I had the entire day free. Something which sets me “right” in my daily existence: old leather. The more the years go by, the more I love these things, cherish them. I don’t remember where many of them came from. Some were handed down to me, already old and well-loved. Some I bought myself. Some just happened into my path and I kept them, knowing I’d keep them forever.
Ni-i-i-i-ce. Good photographs, and unexpected but welcome reminders of the beauty, intricacy, and craft involved in making the things we live with and handle every day. Thanks.
So glad to see the worn leather. I keep every old purse and pair of shoes, much to my husband’s “we don’t have enough room” chagrin.
In fact, I actually have my old black and white saddle oxfords (the ones that were in the yearbook!). I wouldn’t and couldn’t ever wear them, but they are such a part of my history that there is no way I could ever part with them.
I can’t believe you have your saddle oxfords! That was insightful of you to keep them. I wish I had mine…oh this is making me melancholy. You know what else I’ve lost that just kills me? My GPS ring! Can’t find it anywhere.
Do you think I can get a replacement?
Do you still have your GPS belt? Another thing I don’t have. Sad.
Interesting that they are all basically the same colour leather…I still have an Il Bisonte purse and three or four briefcases I bought in the 1970′s and 80′s in Italy. They are better than they were when they were new!
I think we all get better with age, don’t we? At least, I hope so.
i LOVE worn leather. it’s got so much personality, and its history seems clearly evident in its worn-ness. i could almost smell the leather of your photos. thanks!