I just made my own moccasins.
Totally average weekend activity, right?
You get together with your girlfriends, you drink mimosas on a sunny patio…
And you make your own shoes.
It was all part of a workshop taught by the very patient, very talented Dan of Rickard Guy (who’s moving to New York soon, mes amis, so if you want in on the shoemaking action, make like a kangaroo and jump on it).
He walked us through, um, step by step — from picking our leather to threading our laces. Just look at that craftsmanship.
It floored Leroy, that’s for sure.
I haven’t actually taken them off since I made them.
(Unless you count the Juvenile Diabetes walk, I rocked my runners for that.)
Another thing I haven’t taken off?
My bangle, which made the journey all the way from India (thank you, Anji!).
No. Big. Deal.