This is my old wallet:
It’s a bookhou wallet, which I love. If I were able to get to Toronto, I would have bought another by now. Instead I’ve been clinging to my sad, disintegrating fabric scrap.
But, lucky me, my friend returned from the Vancouver Olympics with awesome gifts, including this:
I love it, which makes it easier to part with my old wallet. You served me well, bookhou. Happy trails.