I completed my wallet today. Last night, over several hours, I put the finish on it. And I laced it today, using a whip stitch.
I resisted it first then applied some antique gel. After that was “set” I applied some highlighter to only the carved and tooled area. Both were saddle tan. I then used some brown leather dye to darken the backgrounded areas.
For the final protective finish I used neutral shoe polish. Since all of my other products were water based, I find that the wax is the safest top coat. It does have to be reapplied every so often though, maybe every other month, depending on wear and usage.
This is the first item I’ve made for myself, other than a key fob. I am using a kit to make it, rather than cutting the pieces from a pattern as I like to do. The reason for this is that I don’t have any nice thin leather on hand. The kit doesn’t align as it should, a common problem with kits. So I’ll need to trim and punch some new holes to assemble it.
At this point the outside of the wallet is carved and tooled. It has also been conditioned with neetsfoot oil. It needs to be stained or antiqued still; I’ve not decided for sure how I’m going to finish it. After I do that it will need sealed.
More information and photos to come as the project proceeds.
I have much to be thankful for every day, not just on Thanksgiving Day. I am thankful for the health I and my family have, for having a decent home, good medical coverage, and many more things. But I am most thankful for the price Christ Jesus paid for my sins.
I am so thankful He loved me enough to take my justly deserved punishment and make fellowship with God Almighty possible for me. And I can’t thank Him enough for never leaving me, never giving up on me, and giving me a new life and spirit; making me a new creature as the Bible promises He will.
Though I may stumble, may even fall, I know Jesus is always right there with me, ready to pick me up and dust me off and set me on the path again. What an awesome God I serve. What a loving and amazing Father I have. And how wonderfully He has cared for me, even when I deserved if the least. Praise His holy Name!
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Being then made free from sin, ye became the servants of righteousness.
Ye cannot serve God and mammon.–When ye were the servants of sin, ye were free from righteousness. What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are now ashamed? for the end of those things [is] death. But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.
Christ [is] the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth.
If any man serve me, let him follow me; and where I am, there shall also my servant be: if any man serve me, him will [my] Father honour.–Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke [is] easy, and my burden is light.
O LORD our God, [other] lords beside thee have had dominion over us: [but] by thee only will we make mention of thy name.–I will run the way of thy commandments, when thou shalt enlarge my heart.
No fear of consequences should ever drive us to do a wrong thing.
It is better to suffer any loss, any cost, any sacrifice–than be eaten up by remorse!
Better be hurled down from a high place for doing right–than win worldly honor by doing wrong.
Better lose our right hand–than lose our purity of soul.
Better to rot in prison–than to sin against God!
It was the prayer of a young queen, which she wrote with a diamond point on her castle window, “Keep me pure; make others great.” That is the lesson of Joseph’s victory over temptation; dishonor, loss, dungeon, death–anything before sin!
-J. R. Miller
I had a piece published on the web today called The Joy of Childhood. Here is an excerpt:
I am 40+ now and am greatly enjoying the wonders of childhood. No, I am not having a midlife crisis. Nor am I speaking of the daily joys I am blessed with watching my seven month old grandson discover his hands, feet, fingers, etc. I am speaking of the joy of being a child of God.