Handmade Belt Maker
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Original Text, October 21

I make belts. It’s simple. They’re leather, they have a buckle. I work real hard at making them right and everything. No one’s ever sent me one of my belts back. Look at my belts and order one if you like one.

Buckle Up
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Original Text, October 23

We make belts.

One day Kelly had a latte in her hand, just cruising Target, looking to pick up something in the way of a little Mossimo. She happened to grab a boyfriend cardigan off the rack and turned to what she thought was a mirror.

Actually, it was Denise, holding the exact same boyfriend cardigan, wearing the same Wayfarers, with the exact same latte cup in her hand—but neither of them realized it for a solid five minutes! They were doing a sort of Marx Brothers’ mirror routine until Denise dropped her latte and tipped them both off.

The girls got to chatting and shopping, and in minutes they were pitching each other business ideas. They happened to be looking at the belts, and Kelly said, “Buckle up.” That cracked both of them up so much that they were forcibly removed from the Exton Target.

Kelly’s husband had a ton of experience doing leatherworking, so he was able to make all of the belts. It’s a family affair.

We’re just two girls who love drinking lattes and going to Target. We make belts together. Come see what we’ve made for you.

Handmade Belt Maker
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First Revision, October 25

I make belts. They’re leather, they have a buckle. No one’s ever sent me one of my belts back. My best friend is my landlord and he calls me Frankingstein even though I’m a lady. He never helped me make my belts. I do it myself. Look at my belts and order one if you like one.

Buckle Up
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First Revision, October 26

We make our belts ourselves.

After a hard morning out drinking lattes and poring over merchandise at Target, Kelly and Denise head back to Kelly’s house. They put on Carhartts (but like cute Carhartts) and get down to business. First they use scissors and cut up some of the leather. That takes about a couple minutes. They they hammer the buckles on and poke some holes in the belt for the little dangly tine thingy to do its job. They can make like 20 belts in an afternoon this way.

Belts remind us that something has to hold us up. For us, that’s friendship.

Kelly’s husband doesn’t make our belts.

We make belts together. Come see what we’ve made for you.

Handmade Belt Maker
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Second Revision, October 28

I make belts. They’re leather, they have a buckle. No one’s ever sent me one of my belts back. I tan my own leather. My landlord says most people can’t kill a cow hitting it with a brick in the face like I can.

I forge the buckles myself. I forge the frame, I forge the chape, I forge the tongue, I forge the bar. I make every part of the buckle. I make the whole belt. I do it myself.

Belts remind me of my daddy come home from Mac’s, smelling raw with drink. But I make the belts now. The belts are mine. Daddy don’t have the belts no more.

Look at my belts and order one if you like one.

Lacin’ Up
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Original Text, October 29

Our names are Kelly and Denise. We love getting lattes and going to Target. We make shoelaces.