The door was already open when I arrived with scissors and knife. The old lady let me in and showed me the old leather chair that stood under a porch. When I was ready I could not leave without a cup of coffee. Within a few days they were having their celebration : 60 years of marriage. The major would come to congratulate the old couple. The highest time to buy a new chair!
At home, I cleaned the pieces of leather that I had taken from the old chair, and I made a nice backpack of it.
UPCYCLED LEATHER they call it.
One thing was for sure: The oldest parts turned out to be the most beautiful.
