The Leathertech Origin: Grit, Graft & Glory

Back in 2010, LeatherTech wasn’t even a name—it was a survival instinct.

The economy had sucker-punched us both in the gut. Jobs? Gone. Income? A ghost. All we had was time, each other, and an old flat that smelled of uncertainty and second-hand dreams. That tiny one-bedroom apartment became both workshop and warzone—leather scraps on the floor, tools in the sink, and hope hanging on by a thread.

We didn’t start with a vision. We started with street-side junk.
Every week, we’d roam the neighbourhoods in an old bakkie that coughed smoke, searching for worn-out couches dumped like yesterday’s news. We’d drag them home, strip them down, re-stuff, re-dye, reimagine. It began as a hobby—therapy, really—but there was magic in it. Seeing tired furniture come alive under our hands? Addictive.

What began as a grind turned into a craft.

Soon, that cramped flat couldn't hold the ambition. The garage came next, filled wall-to-wall with leather, linseed oil, and the buzz of possibility. Word got around. People started bringing their own couches. Then came the warehouse—and with it, a shift. We weren’t just fixing furniture anymore. We were reviving stories. Saving memories. Giving heritage a second life in leather.

Ten years later, LeatherTech isn’t just a business.
It’s a legacy built on loss, resilience, and raw determination.
We’ve grown from roadside scrap collectors to trusted craftsmen with a reputation stitched tight across the country.