It’s finally cooled off around here and I’ve knocked the dust off a couple of saddle trees. The gunleather keeps me busy, and as always, thank you to all of my holster and gunbelt customers.
As most of you know, I stopped accepting advance orders about a year ago. It gives me the opportunity to make the stuff I want to, without the stress of a backlog. It’s funny how that works–something will “click” with folks, and you get buried in orders for it. I think you have to have a personality for the “always booked” lifestyle. It just doesn’t suit me.
I’ll be working on more gear for the 1911, and continue to dress ’em up with florals, oak leaves and acorns. Probably throw some basket stamping in there.
When I have products available, I’ll be posting them here with the handy little “Buy Now” button. It’s a win-win…I don’t have a waiting list, and you don’t have a wait.
An old friend of mine said that to my wife a few years ago. He was a lawyer, and had been for many years. He passed away a while back, far too young, and I was just thinking about him, and what he’d said to her about this “job” of mine.
I love what I do. Most of the time. I suppose most folks that have chased a dream, do. I worked in the legal field for many years, but for me, it was like trying to nail Jello to a tree. Constant stress, and no sense of worthy accomplishment. Even good outcomes were intangible, and rarely, if ever, good for both sides. I don’t miss it.
With this gig, it’s different. It’s not all wonder and awe–it has its moments. But, even when it’s bad, it’s awful damn good.
Leather requires that you keep it clean. Avoid slopping stuff. Wash your hands–a lot. Keep your tools sharp. Plan ahead…take your time. As a result, you spend a lot of time sharpening stuff, sketching, doodling, washing your hands, cutting, stamping, more sharpening. I’ve pretty much mastered the “clean.”
That brings me to the “clutter.” My bench is always one mini-brainstorm away from disaster. Clutter destroys efficiency. I know all the rules, I just find it necessary to break ’em regularly to remind myself why we have them.
It’s a beautiful Thursday morning. I’m looking forward to hitting the bench. But first, the bench gets to hit me.