I still remember the year 1981 well.

I was 28 years old, had little money and even less experience—but a big heart for genuine craftsmanship.

In my small apartment, at a wobbly wooden table, I sewed my very first leather bag.

I didn't know then that this moment would lead to a whole life filled with leather, needles, and thread.

In 1994, I finally fulfilled my greatest wish:

I opened my own small leather goods factory.

It wasn't a big store, but it was warm, smelling of wood and leather, and every customer was greeted like a friend.

I spent countless evenings there sewing, repairing, and refining bags—and had many wonderful conversations.

One of my favorite creations was made in 2008.

A simple, elegant shoulder bag—not too big, not too small, timeless, like a fond memory.

Many customers came back just for this particular model.

It still touches me today when I think about how a bag I made with my own hands became part of her everyday life.

I no longer recognize much in this new United Kingdom. Rents have doubled, the streets feel harsher, and the small shops that used to be the heart of our neighborhoods are now struggling to survive. 

Everything I have made is full of memories—of my youth, of my customers, of a life that smells of leather.

Thank you all for letting me be a part of your lives.