My leather jacket, which I bought during my 2010 Goth phase, is the most expensive item of clothing I have ever owned, including my wedding dress. I love it like an old friend but I don't exactly lavish it with care. The more beat-up the better, right?
Not where plasterdust is concerned.
Or being scraped by a staircase as it was carried through the hall where said jacket was still hanging.
Sinfully neglected, my precious jacket was looking less "biker" and more "dragged through a hedge backwards". At this rate, I'd have to replace it within the decade and I had no intention of doing so.
Needless to say I wasn't going to PAY anyone to restore it, so I began researching and eventually found a plausible solution in Extraordinary Uses for Ordinary Things (Readers Digest): Vaseline.
I first applied a small amount on an inconspicuous area (if any part of a leather jacket can be described as inconspicuous) and it didn't burst into flames or corrode the stitching, so I decided to through caution to the wind and rub it in all over whilst listening to Valerie by The Zutons. This is what I call High Risk Behaviour. You can see in the photo above that the left hand side has been treated and the right hand side is still dull.
Result: softened but still nicely-aged leather and less obvious scuffing. There's life in the old dog yet. Hence the ROCK self-portrait. I am aware that I look like a member of T'Pau circa 1986. It'll be leather trousers next.