If you are a maker ...

... you are fully aware that you cannot make things do what they don't want to do, right? Especially when it involves a very stubborn buffalo! I guess I forgot for a minute exactly what I was dealing with but was quickly reminded, he let me know that he wanted nothing to do with the very pretty and very last piece of turquoise deerskin in my possession ... maybe he thought it was too girly but it was going to be my bag so it seemed perfect, to me. He had other ideas, like a rough and tumble bag, one I had to cobble all together from small pieces at the very bottom of the basket.

But you know, he was right. He seems at home here and we'll see how he acts in public when we go out later ... but not today, it's cold, blowy and white! I'll get back to some beading for now.
Hope you are working on projects that make you happy.

true story about tools

 I took a break from the beading part of my brain and spent some time down in the studio because that's where the sun has been coming in lately. It felt good to work on this bag, almost ready to add Mr. Buffalo to the front, a special piece that Christine sent to me.

I'm sure you have that one special tool that's so important to your work, the one that you always reach for, the perfect fit for your hand. Mine is my leather needle, small in the idea of tools but a real brute as far as needles go. And as important as it is, I lose it, all of the time ... probably close to a dozen times. But considering that it's the only one I've ever used in over thirty years of working with leather, maybe that's not too bad and I always find it, eventually.

Here's the story of how I came to own it. Years ago in these parts a really good but crazy job to have was cleaning rooms in the many motels in town, all of us who were striving to work on our own took advantage of the early morning, part time hours and were usually paid cash ... just like bartending, a great skill that would always come in handy, at least as long as you are young and fit.

A hippie guy was staying in a room and we were surprised to find out we were both doing leather work, him much longer than me at that time, but he was the only other person I knew besides Leather Mary who was teaching me some. We only talked a couple of times but one morning he handed me a small bundle which held quite a few items along with that needle and an awesome pair of scissors, those are the only ones I've ever used, as well. I found out a while later that he had taken his own life.

So, of course, it feels like an honoring act each time I work with leather, to him and the deer.
You already know how attached we are to the many deer families around here
after living close with them for many years.
And that's another story.