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Great job! I've never tried to tackle split piping-- you make me want to be more brave
The slim satchel looks great! I have a small slim satchel that I need to fix the corners on. What did you do for yours?Well, here is my first rehab where I actually needed to fix something. The piping needed to be filled on most of the corners. Not perfect, but decent enough.
The first photo is from the original auction listing. I was surprised when I received a brown slim satchel.
Buffing is my new knitting. Hypnotic and fit for TV.
The aquarium has a Galah. She's a sweetheartI was there in the mid 90's for nearly 3 months-- my first big "OE" as I was told it was called (overseas experience). I flew air courier with nothing but a daypack and traveled by bus all the way up the coast from Sydney to Cairns stopping in all the usual spots and a few not so usual, then got a ride share with a German backpacker who had bought an old car (72 Ford Cortina if I recall) and made it all the way to Alice and down to Uluru. The car had problems-- and so did the German-- so I ended up for a week in the tiny 2 camel town of Stewart's Well (I exaggerate-- I think there were 6 or 8 camels) about 80k south of Alice. Fell in love with a gorgeous Ozzie, Philip Cotterill, the son/grandson of the man who first built the road to and named Kings Canyon. He was taking a break from Sydney and working at his dad's petrol station/general store/restaurant/caravan park in Stewarts Well and I spent a week or more there in the great red desert riding camels and watching the flocks of cockatoos and pink galahs. But then I ran short on time and money and had to go back home. I returned in 99 hoping to work on a dive boat but it was just a year after that silly American couple had gone missing off of a boat on the reef so no foreigners could get work in the dive industry. I called gorgeous Philip while I was there only to find he had been busy and was expecting his third child! Such is life. Lovely country and lovely memories.
That is far more of a story than you bargained for but it's a rainy, icy night and my mind is wandering a bit. Hope no one minds
One final note; here in Baltimore we say we live in Smalltimore because everybody seems to know everybody somehow. I find that that applies beyond the city limits, so if anyone reading this happens to know Philip please tell him I say hello but leave out the gushy bits!
She's not always out on exhibit but when she is she's sitting in her tree right by the revolving doors as you enter the open part of it. Mondays are usually her day off unless its a holiday or a lot of school groups are expected to come through.Great story. You've seen places here that I haven't. In 1985 DH and I did the big 'gap year' back pack trek. Bought a round the world ticket and stayed in youth hostels and hitch hiked and lived on apples, bread and cheese. We saw Europe and the UK and ended up in the US - only saw NYC Washington DC and Ocean City MD before the money ran out. We've travelled a bit since then but nothing will beat that experience. I think DH and I will join the rest of the 'grey nomads' one day in maybe 20 years, and get a caravan and just head off and eventually see Central Australia and the Top End. Before then I'd like to see even more of the rest of the world if I can.I was there in the mid 90's for nearly 3 months-- my first big "OE" as I was told it was called (overseas experience). I flew air courier with nothing but a daypack and traveled by bus all the way up the coast from Sydney to Cairns stopping in all the usual spots and a few not so usual, then got a ride share with a German backpacker who had bought an old car (72 Ford Cortina if I recall) and made it all the way to Alice and down to Uluru. The car had problems-- and so did the German-- so I ended up for a week in the tiny 2 camel town of Stewart's Well (I exaggerate-- I think there were 6 or 8 camels) about 80k south of Alice. Fell in love with a gorgeous Ozzie, Philip Cotterill, the son/grandson of the man who first built the road to and named Kings Canyon. He was taking a break from Sydney and working at his dad's petrol station/general store/restaurant/caravan park in Stewarts Well and I spent a week or more there in the great red desert riding camels and watching the flocks of cockatoos and pink galahs. But then I ran short on time and money and had to go back home. I returned in 99 hoping to work on a dive boat but it was just a year after that silly American couple had gone missing off of a boat on the reef so no foreigners could get work in the dive industry. I called gorgeous Philip while I was there only to find he had been busy and was expecting his third child! Such is life. Lovely country and lovely memories.
That is far more of a story than you bargained for but it's a rainy, icy night and my mind is wandering a bit. Hope no one minds
One final note; here in Baltimore we say we live in Smalltimore because everybody seems to know everybody somehow. I find that that applies beyond the city limits, so if anyone reading this happens to know Philip please tell him I say hello but leave out the gushy bits!
Wow! Gorgeous!After a long hiatus rehabbing I am back at it. This is a lonely, sad bag nobody seemed to want and I got it. I didn't dunk, just a bit of conditioner and touch up paint conditioner combo on the corners, and look at the difference!
Before and after
Some of the colour may be restored with conditioning. IMO acrylic paint is a better option than Meltonian which is a shoe cream, especially if you plan to sell it.
