Leather credit card bill pouch

A small pouch, 13x8 cm, cradled in your hand. Crafted from the first layer of vegetable-tanned leather, Dyed with care, textured with gentle waves, A blend of tones that whisper their origin. Three layers bound as one, stitched by hand, With saddle-threaded seams that hold firm, A harmony of strength and design. Edges smoothed, colors locked in, Oiled and polished, leather softened to the touch, A surface that gleams in the light, Honoring time, nature, and craft. In time, the pouch will age like a story told slow, The leather will breathe with the passing days. Its color will shift, absorbing touch, The oils of your skin, the light of the day, In a dance called “patina.” The once vibrant dye will sink deeper, Melding with the leather’s original hue, Darkening, growing wise, a rich shade of history. As you carry it, as it brushes against the world, Edges will smooth, corners will round, Tiny scuffs, little marks of life lived. Colors will soften, a tender contrast, The sharpness of youth replaced With a gentle, nostalgic glow, As though the leather itself remembers, Bearing witness to the passage of time. Each mark, each touch, makes the pouch more yours, A personal signature written in wear. The rhythm of your life etched into the grain, Time, warmth, and history intertwined. In the end, this small piece will become A keepsake of character, a holder of stories, Embracing time with quiet grace, Its surface a canvas of the years gone by.