I’m always the gal with a plan. Every detail of my day is planned out in my head and executed in the most methodical order of operations. But as of late I have been wildly out of sorts, pinging from project to project, mess to mess, not really accomplishing anything other than making bigger messes and getting annoyed with my lack of any sort of follow through. This had been my friction until I realized it didn’t have to be friction. I could just embrace the mess, the mental adventure, the journey and know that at some point I’ll arrive right where I left off, in my happy place of order. This revelation is what inspired the spur straps. The wandering steer just enjoying his walk through the desert. He’ll get to where he’s going when he gets there.
These straps are drawn, tooled, painted and constructed by yours truly. Adorned with turquoise and rust colored stones and navy blue leather fringe.
These beauties come in their very own Chasing West dust bag for safe keeping like the treasure they are.
I’m always the gal with a plan. Every detail of my day is planned out in my head and executed in the most methodical order of operations. But as of late I have been wildly out of sorts, pinging from project to project, mess to mess, not really accomplishing anything other than making bigger messes and getting annoyed with my lack of any sort of follow through. This had been my friction until I realized it didn’t have to be friction. I could just embrace the mess, the mental adventure, the journey and know that at some point I’ll arrive right where I left off, in my happy place of order. This revelation is what inspired the spur straps. The wandering steer just enjoying his walk through the desert. He’ll get to where he’s going when he gets there.
These straps are drawn, tooled, painted and constructed by yours truly. Adorned with turquoise and rust colored stones and navy blue leather fringe.
These beauties come in their very own Chasing West dust bag for safe keeping like the treasure they are.
