...of scabbards, for Dingo's 13th century cleavers.
Wood cored, wool lined, veg tan blah blah blah.....
Finished them yesterday a.m., sat outside in the blazing sunshine under the wisteria as the bees buzzed in the background, thinking to myself "I could do this for a living....if I could learn to live on fresh air and didn't mind living in a ditch".


