The tassels had green suede lining the underside. Gold hardware and whip stitching featured prominently. It had that smell, you wouldn’t recognize it if you never shopped past Macy’s: leather, real expensive leather, that’s not fading away, but aging gracefully. She laid it on the table casually,
“Oh, he bought it for my birthday,” she told her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Her sister-in-law fingered it, feeling the imprinted mallard duck, and nodded in approval.
“Nice piece,” she told her. And she smiled back appreciatively. Her mother in law walked closer to it, hands full with a dishrag, dish accompanied by a floral models coat. Leaning forward, eyes squinted, she pushed her wire –frames closer to her face,
“Really nice, it looks like it could be real leather!”