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Monthly Archives: September 2017
“Four Strong Winds”
In the weeks leading up to my daughter Paige’s death, I began to have visions of wings. Every time I put my arm around her back or noticed her shoulders, I saw wings–strong and mottled like the wings of a … Continue reading
It’s a Boot Life
My YouTube video for September is about my class at the Penland School of Craft. Plus, Morgan gives a talk about the history of spicy foods. It’s a Boot Life, September
Spring is springing
A beautiful flower garden has sprouted on Mallory’s work bench.
Zoe Rios, shoemaker
Check out my friend Zoe Rios, a custom shoemaker who specializes in fashionable ladies shoes. Zoe Rios, shoemaker
Almost finished
Mallory and I are almost finished with our boots. I’ve pulled the lasts out of mine and she has one last out. Soon she’ll be striding around Guthrie in cowboy boots. I wonder if her personality will change?
Roses
I have the toe box in the rose boots. Depending on how my day goes, I may inseam them this afternoon.
Much pride
This is Shane, my honorary son, who has his own business doing auto and boat upholstery. This is a pair of seats he just finished, done in hair-on cowhide. It was heavy and hard to work with, and he even … Continue reading
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The hard part is done
I made these boots for myself in 2003. They’ve been resoled once, but this time the toe was worn through and they needed a new foot too. I tore them apart to fix a year ago, but putting on a … Continue reading
Cool new boots
My apprentice Mallory just finished a new pair of boots for herself. She started these before she came to my shop and she built them all on her own so I can’t take any of the credit. 🙂 I need … Continue reading
“You’re the Reason God Made Oklahoma”
This is my latest project. It’s an 18″ square leather pillow featuring Oklahoma’s state bird, the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher, and Oklahoma’s state wildflower, the Indian Blanket. It’s titled “You’re the Reason God Made Oklahoma.”
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