Here's a fun one! a forum brother contacted me last week to see if I'd be interested in taking on a semi-replica strap worn by a punk legend!
Now I feel like I'm up on a lot of artist straps, but this was a totally new one on me.
Would I do it? Hells Yeah! 'Cause I... wanna be.... ANARCHY!!!
So, here's where I'm at with it so far today... First off, get the font sort of right and it appeared
Gotham Black was close (how fitting), with some fooling around on the "S" and the "G."
Once I get it how I want, size it right then reverse image it and print it on regular paper
why reverse image? Because I'm glueing the letters onto the backside (suede side) of some nice white leather and let it dry for a few hours.
Then I take them to a cutting board and surgically remove them
While the glue was drying I prepared a padded black leather base body. The original looks to be 2" wide, by I opted for more comfort and went 2-3/4" wide. By this time the base black leather was ready to receive the lettering, stitched on securely with white thread.
According to the web, "Slag" is "waste matter separated from metals during the
smelting or
refining of ore. IE "the burning liquid iron was forming a scum of slag""
However, in British slang, it's also a whole entirely different thing.

I wonder if our forum brother is sending a message to anyone in particular?
Getting them sewn on was about as far as I got on this one today, will complete tomorrow, but I did nearly finish the second bullet strap as well for someone
rather special to us here on TTR, but not in
that way. Be nice fellas. I'll give you 2 guesses and a hint: it's not Frostyjr2
Here's a fun one for the family gathering for y'all
Barbarian Bob pokes his head into a barbershop and asked, "How long before I can get a haircut?"
The barber looks around his shop full of customers and says, "About 2 hours." B-Bob leaves.
Few days later, the B-Bob sticks his head in the door and again asks,
"How long before I can get a haircut?"
The barber looked around at the waiting area and answers "About 3 hours, my friend."
BB makes a face and leaves again. A week later, the Barbarian sticks his head in the shop and asked, "How long until I can get a haircut?
Barber looks around and sighs, "About an hour and a half." BB left. The barber turns to his close friend and says,
"Hey, Jack, do me a favor. Follow that guy and see where he goes. He keeps asking how long he gotta wait,
but never stays or comes back in that time."
A twenty minutes later, buddy Jack returns to the shop, laughing hysterically.
The barber asked, "So, where is that Barbarian dude going when he leaves here?"
Jack collects himself, wiping the tears from his eyes and answers:
"Your house!"
(and that's not even the funniest part of the story, I'll let BB finish it off).




happy holiday, all y'alls