Fitzg’s Journeys: The Leather Life

Today is Monday, that means it’s guest blogger, Fitzg’s day.  She’s prepared a blog all about Richard Armitage and LEATHER. (If you’re having problems viewing this post in Internet Explorer, try another browser like Firefox or Chrome.  IE does not play well with plugins. If you trouble loading in the small viewer, click the far right icon at the top with the black box in it and it will load in a new window and bigger viewer.  iPads don’t have the capability for scrolling needed here.)

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12 thoughts on “Fitzg’s Journeys: The Leather Life

  1. I often wonder how some of our early discoveries were made. Who thought of putting hides into puddles within tree stumps? Also, who is the saint of leather?

  2. @bccmee, or soaking the hides in such useful, re-cyclable and readily available “materials”? Vive re-cyclycling!

  3. The name Crispin was a gift. With the info that Mr. A was named Richard for a specific reason, just wondered, last year, where Crispin had come from. Family name? Google – and there IS a SAINT Crispin. And he is the patron of leather! Leather being still an industry in Leicestershire….

  4. @iz4blue, yes the urine/ammonia process is the stage in which hair was removed from the skins. The entire leather process involves numerous stages, and is still labour-intensive.

  5. Hi Fitzg (& Judiang),

    Lovely treatment of leather and that Leicester bloke! Just like a moth to a flame, and fans to Mr. Armitage, might leather be inextricably linked to Mr. A? One almost thinks that if leather hadn’t been “discovered” by our time, some enterprising soul would have done so just so it could clothe Mr. Armitage in his many character and personal incarnations.

    There’s a thought! Is there a role in which Mr. Armitage hasn’t worn leather? Shoes don’t count if they are the only leather item being worn. We’ll have to think about that one. I suppose Heinz wasn’t wearing leather. But we don’t know what was “under” his lovely gRAy suit. Ha!

    In the meantime, thanks for your engaging essay. Cheers! Grati ;->

    P.S. Oh and the name Richard means “strong” when I looked it up on one of those baby name sites. And isn’t he just? *swoon* *thud*

    P.S. Might the next essay be on cotton and Mr. A? Ha! Whether it is his “weathered jeans or his crisply ironed trousers–let alone his everyday or dress shirt choices, respectively– is there a fabric that has given so much so that so many might look on in awe and wonder as cotton has? A passing thought, but if your basic cotton fabric has 25 hours of sun exposure possible before the color starts to fade–a quilters wives’ tale–then does the fabric become translucent enough for us to eschew needing x-ray vision on the 26th or some later hour? We await your research with breathless anticipation.

  6. @Gratiana 😀 There’s a thought! Cotton…muslin…thin muslin…And I was having a blank, after next guest bloglet – Armitage and the Byronic Hero…

    Let’s see what we can do with cotton shirtsleeves and cravats (or were they linen?) And jeans and too-small tees etc. 😀

  7. Tanning sounds like such a gruesome business! In Nottingham, they used to have tanneries in the CAVES under the city. Imagine the stink if it’s in a subterranean cave!! Today, you can visit the caves and see where they used to do it, and fortunately, the smell has gone. 🙂

  8. Not a salubrious occupation, Traxy! Rotted veg matter, animal brains, urine…
    And caves in Notts! Thanks for adding that. 😀 The workers’ lives must have been even shorter, more brutish than the norm. All the ammonia. Sigh, I might never buy anything with a hint of suede again.

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