I can make a fairly serious argument as to why you don’t need a stylish wallet. Consider.
- Your wallet is usually only out of your bag – we’re talking women here – for a few minutes at a time. Why pay for 6.5 minutes/per day worth of visuals?
- When you are using your wallet, you are usually paying someone. If that someone doesn‘t have much money, the fact that you do might be sufficient affront. If that someone does have money, they probably want more of yours. No point in signaling there’s anything for the taking.
- If stuff falls out of your wallet, due to its stylish design, troubles ensue. Ugly troubles, which require communicating with robots over the telephone.
Buying a wallet is the moment for function over form. Case in point. My mother gave me The Cutest Wallet Ever. A birthday present. Chanel. With an adorable little embossed camellia as the decoration? Discrete logo? Oh yeah. Got my girl electrons flying. Set my teeth on edge with desire. But, too small to hold my hordes of cards. You know, the ones that a) entitle you to spend more than you have b) get prizes for when you have spent more than you have c) remind everyone that you are lucky enough to have medical AND dental insurance.
So I returned The Cutest Wallet Ever. And bought this one. Mr. Tod. Brown, pebbled, stitched.
Huge. If it had wheels I could drive it home. Card slots on the scale of Las Vegas. Profound happiness washed over me when I put it into my purse. The anxiety of stuffing cards into too few slots, the annoyance of hunting for said cards, the memory of the damage I did to poor Miss Ferragamo, these defeated the adorable camellia.
Mr. Tod is cute enough. Soft leather, should last a long time. Travel with me. I’ll get over the camellia. Some day.