My name is Mason Carter. For more than 40 years, I ran a small leather workshop. Belts, wallets, bags — all made by hand, one piece at a time. That shop was my second home, and leatherwork was more than a trade. It was who I was.
I started young. My father repaired saddles and farm gear, and he taught me how to respect leather. “Build it strong enough to outlive you,” he used to say. At 17, I made my first wallet. It was rough, but it held together, and it lit a fire in me that never went out.