nos·tal·gia: a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time
The smell of leather always brings me back to my childhood summers spent dashing in and out of my uncle's workshop in Bosnia. My uncle is a saddler and even as a child I was fascinated by his work. I used to love watching him create custom made equipment for horses. When I would visit, he would take scrap pieces of leather and make me bracelets and necklaces to satisfy my desire to touch and feel everything. To this day I have those little keepsakes to remind me of long gone days.
Recently I visited my uncle in his workshop (now in Slovenia), where he spent the day making me a beautiful one-of-a-kind purse after I expressed interest in a prototype I found lying around. I know I'll cherish this for the rest of my life because there is nothing quite like having something made, especially for you, with loads of love.
With gratitude, Leila
Photos by Leila (taken with a Fuji x20)