Whit Daniel Leather began in 2010 when one man heard his wife musing aloud (well, actually she may have been venting rather heatedly) that she wished she could find a bag that didn’t look like the totes and purses that “everyone else” had, and that could withstand the day to day wear and tear that she inevitably would inflict upon it.  She wanted something that could handle being used to carry books, bottles of perfume, her iPad, sometimes her lunch, a sweater, and usually a bottle of water or two.  Not small like handbags, She wanted something that would hold up to the whirlwind of her life - without the stitching coming apart and without the “leather” peeling or cracking.  What was up with that anyway?  She showed him the bag that she had purchased just a few months ago from a very well-known company (a label worn by the current first lady) which had been a little pricey, but she justified the expense because she was sure it would last for years like a leather wallet. Sadly, one of the ends of the shoulder strap of the aforementioned bag was no longer attached to the body and it appeared that the stitching had come undone.  Unfortunately, this event had occurred as she was trying to cross a parking lot in the rain, an umbrella in one hand and coffee in the other, trying to find the keys to her classroom while simultaneously dodging the traffic of the carpool line.  (Did we mention that she’s a teacher?) When the bag broke, all of its contents fell onto the wet pavement…lunch, iPad, papers graded the previous night, the book she was reading with her class, and a bottle of Jo Malone cologne that she knew she should have left at home but threw in the bag anyway because it made her feel good to be able to spritz it on when she felt frazzled.  It would be a few hours later before she would be able to turn her attention to her broken bag, but when she did she realized that it appeared to be peeling apart in some places, one of which being where the stitches had broken, and dumped her life quite unceremoniously into the yuck of a wet parking lot in the middle of January right before seven o’clock in the morning.