#wornleather

[secondsunrisesthlm]

John Lofgren engineer boots.

[shellyisvintage]

I have mentioned I love old leather. How about you? Antique Tooled Leather Folding Picture Frame, Two Photo Frame, Folding Travel, Floral Design, #WornLeather, Vintage Photo Holder #brown #victorian #pictureframe #twophotoframe #folding #travelframe #tooledleather #antiquepictureframe #shellyisvintage #wednesdaygoodies #gotvintage https://etsy.me/2IXLiH9 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3sfhsnA0Yl/?igshid=trf367k7nv9b

[goodoldfurniture]

I'm a sucker for these !!! 😍 Very comfortable deco style worn leather club chair just in !!! #forsale #hernandezfurniture #oldleather #artdeco #deco #interiordecor #interiordesign #homedecor #homedesign #midcentury #wornleather #loungechair #losangeles #hollywood

[anvilcustoms]

Customer sent in his #sarasotawallet to have a chain attachment ring installed. JUST LOOK at this beautifully broken in wallet! #sarasota #oldleather #wornleather #leatherpatina 🏝 Get yours here: https://anvilcustoms.com/collections/small-wallets/products/sarasota-slim-wallet

[gentlemensherald]

Worn.

[porchatelier-blog]

How do you say perfect? #third floor loft #wornleather #frenchstyle #handcarved (at The PORCH & Atelier)

[beastslittlebeauty]

Why yes I would like to ignore life, where do I sign up?

The world seems to utterly disappear when life presents you with a keyboard and a new document just waiting for inspiration.

[beastslittlebeauty]

Worn Leather (a retelling of the story ‘Cinderella’ with a twist)

DISCLAIMER:THIS IS MY WORK AND MINE ALONE. IN NO WAY AM I RIPPING OFF DISNEY, THIS IS A STORY OF MY OWN ALL CHARACTERS AND PLOT BELONG TO ME. ENJOY :)

Ben’s life was never a fairy tale; he actually had the worst of luck when it came to love and family. As a young child Ben grew up never knowing his father, only having his mother to take care of him in their elaborate estate, never raised to be a spoiled child Ben grew to love everyone and everything around him. And when his mother decided it was time Ben had a father figure he never once objected, loving the man his mother chose equally and having two new stepbrothers to play in the yard with. For a time Ben was truly happy, he had a stepfather and stepbrothers and a mother that loved him, and then that time ended.

A winter’s night at the age of eleven Ben sat next to his dying mother’s bed, reading stories of every adventure hoping to somehow ease her pain. His mother, his rock just smiled at her son already so proud of the man he was becoming. She said little to him in her last days, her strength leaving her with every passing minute. The day of her death Ben’s mother pointed to a drawer on her dresser. Ben dug through it hoping to find what his mother wanted, instead he found an old leather bound journal and a small black bag. Quickly he rushed to his mother and gave her the items. She pulled at the strings of the black bag and dug through pulling out a simple black leather band that buckled to be worn around the wrist of a man. She placed it on the top of the old book and handed it back to her son.

His eyes questioned his mother’s actions and before he could ask his mother explained. “This book contains the journal entries from both me and your father. I want you to know him as I had known him, a great man and loving husband and father. The band he bought for you just a few hours after you were born. He said that when you were old enough and became the man of the house he would give it to you. And since he isn’t here and you are becoming that man I’m giving it too you now. My son we love you so much, you were everything to me and your father.” His mother slipped the leather band on her sons hand and gently gave him the book. She gave him her loving smile and pulled him into a hug, tears rolled down both Ben and his mother’s cheeks. “Now go put that book in your room and send your stepfather and brothers in, I want to see them again.”

Ben nodded his head and kissed his mother; he left her room and told his stepfather and brothers to go see his mother. Ben placed the book under his bed and in an old shoe box he had. With tears still in his eyes he walked down the hall and back to his mother. Back in the room he found his stepfather crying and holding his mother and his mother had her two stepsons’ heads in her lap. Ben followed and crawled into the bed as well laying his head next to one of his stepbrothers, his mother as weak as she was hummed a lullaby for the boys until each of the three were fast asleep. That was the last time any of the boys saw their mother.