Switching over from a less populated goal (“bind books.”)

Last weekend I bought a vintage crocodile purse while traveling, and promptly cut it apart to free the leather from its horrid last life. Instead of carrying makeup and money, it will soon carry a new life form. Though never again a crocodile, it may someday have teeth as a journal of ideas, sketches, and poetry.

Any hints on using crocodile leather will be very appreciated.