The Amarillo
Twelve-row stitched shaft, oxblood full-grain, leather-stacked heel.
Every hide in this shop is full-grain and vegetable-tanned — leather that scars, darkens, and tells on you. We saddle-stitch by hand with two needles and waxed linen, the way harness makers did it before machines learned to lie. A machine stitch unravels. Ours holds till the funeral.
Twelve-row stitched shaft, oxblood full-grain, leather-stacked heel.
Tooled by hand, cast brass buckle, sized to your actual waist — imagine that.
Floral-tooled skirts, rawhide tree, built for ten thousand mornings.
100% beaver felt, open crown — shape it to your own weather.
If a step can be skipped, it stays. Skiving, edging, burnishing — all of it, every time, on every piece.
Everything we sell, we repair. Bring back a 1993 belt and we'll restitch it while you tell us where it's been.
This isn't western-themed. It's western. Built for people who work outside and buried in it by people who loved them.
Walk into the Amarillo shop or book a remote fitting. We trace both feet — they're not the same, nobody's are — and build to them. Eight weeks, give or take a rodeo.