Инстаграм @blackberryleather Peter Jones
When an A5 notebook isn’t quite enough, Black n’ Red have brought out a B5 which is a touch longer. I had to make a new leather cover to fit it though. Totally worth it!
Living proof that, unlike its maker, this leather cartridge bag has improved with age. While The last 2 years have witnessed me wrinkling, sagging and stiffening, this bag has gained suppleness and patina. I might start bathing in oak bark, see if that helps.
Ooh, matchy-matchy! This is the blokey equivalent of matching bra and pants but arguably better! I bought the shoes and made the belt to match because I heard a fashionista say “no self respecting person would leave the house without matching leathers”. Fair point.
Lined and raised, Dark tan belt - I’ll be in GQ by the end of the week - probably a full page feature on “belts of the future”, or “pushing the sartorial envelope”, possibly “stars and their belts” or “belts of the world’s best dressed”. I better post this in case GQ are looking for a feature. I’m probably free for an interview tomorrow, or any day after.
Counted them: 760 stitches on this belt (I had a quiet moment). Just needs a bit of polish and a few well placed holes and I’ll be sporting it with my new Oxford Brogues and looking all stylish. I didn’t make it to GQs top 100 Well Dressed Celebs this year but I have high hopes for the next one.
New lease of life for a Hugo Boss belt that had lost its buckle. There’s nothing so sad as a belt with no buckle - like a gin without tonic or a Full English without Bacon. Well, at least for now, the Universe is back on track folks.
Just the sewing left to do. I haven’t counted yet but I reckon about 800 stitches required...by hand. This belt is about two inches longer than my last one, which is about 32 more stitches. That means each additional stone in weight means another 32 stitches. This is the hidden cost of weight gain. Before I make myself another belt, I’m going to hold off on the pies.
When you forget where you left your stone lawn roller and it turns up inside a tree 200 years later... oh there it is!
Sartorial elegance day today. Lined and raised belt in British Tan. Unfortunately I’ve just thrown my British Tan boots out and bought Dark Tan ones. This might have to be a practice one.
Click...phssst...oooh! That noise that precedes the satisfaction of opening a new tin of glue
“The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression... (Hilaire Belloc). He’s not selling them - a few fluffy nouns wouldn’t go amis Hilaire. I can’t call this the “woolly-sort-of-fleecy-hairy-goat-bag” can I?
Made a new strop - it’s got a little gutter around the edge to catch the jeweller’s rouge that falls off and gets me into trouble! I’ll be able to sharpen my blades anywhere in the house - well anywhere in my workshop. As long as I’m careful. And clean up any mess. Which there won’t be.
The Navy Tote had its first adventure today in Whinfell Forest and came back unscathed - Still has two handles and everything. Swipe to see detail photos of its construction.
Good grief! Would you believe it? It almost looks like the prototype. The stars must have aligned and the heavens smiled. I’ll do some detailed photos when I’ve shaken off this near-terminal man-flu I have at the moment - touch and go.
Main body of a navy blue leather tote all stitched up and ready for the next step. Whatever happens next, at least this bit seems to have gone OK. ...and breathe!
That part when you’ve finished the pattern and you’re ready to cut into a pristine and expensive hide. The point of no return beckons but I might watch telly for a while. Not sure I can cope with the stress of it.
One tiny little snifter of wine and a perfectly geometric insulated lunch bag becomes an asymmetric, wobbly, crinkled and lumpy genesis of Picasso’s most daring interpretation of something I could take my sandwiches to work in. I’m not even sure I can open it to get sandwiches in. I might keep it as a reminder of the virtue of humility and quietly move on to the next project, never speaking of this again. On the other hand, I reckon I’ve got next year’s Turner Prize in the bag!
For those with that envious combination of style and tradition comes the responsibility to dress appropriately. A bargain-bin belt? You might as well use string. Put some effort into it and say ‘no’ to mainstream fashion. Get yourself a piece of individual apparel that tells the fashionistas ‘you're not the boss of me!’ That first tentative step on the road to self-respect begins with a bespoke belt of substance. Tell your pals that the Saville Road suit is on order.