I had it a while, before I decided to tear it apart.
It sat on my shelf, looking at me once a while. Hid behind the curtain in winter, peaking out when the sun came up. Sometimes I missed it, then I'd see it again. "I'll have to get to you one of these days..," I'd say.
I finally did.
Once an olde vintage leather motorcycle muzzle, now a pair of wee journals.
How about that? Take a look on my Etsy shelves.