Bob’s Leather Wallet

Bob's Story

Hi, my name is Bob

Before I discuss the rest of me, I’d firstly like to talk about my name. It was given to me by my designer, so I didn’t really have much say in it. After giving it, some thought I realized his actually a genius and a really handsome guy, as the name fits my personality perfectly.

I’m the kind of wallet that absolutely loves my routine. It makes me happy to wake up every morning at 05:30 sharp to Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years jam while I put on my ready hung clothes which I ironed the previous evening, go downstairs to eat my oats out of my red bowl with my red spoon drinking my freshly squeezed orange juice out of my red coffee cup whilst checking the children’s homework, head back upstairs to brush my teeth for exactly 4 minutes and 30 seconds, greet Dahlia with a kiss and an “olive juice”, head back downstairs to take a small sliver of dried biltong from the second drawer where Max is patiently waiting for his treat, and head off to work at exactly 07:00.

I am exactly what you would expect in a wallet. I tick all the boxes. A place for your drivers, money, cards, coins and a few hidden compartments for this business cards you take out of politeness and to avoid an awkward situation but think “who the heck still hands out business cards”.

I have to give credit to my designer as his attention to detail is astounding. He took the time to finish me off nicely. It’s truly pleasant standing in front of the mirror knowing you got good curvage without even hitting the gym. You were just made that way. Anyhow, that’s me, good old Bob.

I hope you and I can walk a long road together. I will miss my wife Dahlia once you buy me…so please take her too.

Kindest regards

Bob the wallet