After looking through ever inch of my closet (yes, I need to revive something from the back of my closet—I am getting very bored of the stuff I can see with my plain eye), I found this weird briefcase that, truthfully, I can’t explain. It’s always been around. Either in my closet, the hallway, next to my mannequin, I just never had an explanation for it. I think I used to play with it as a toddler and make pretend I was a businessman from the 1950’s or something. Apparently, I used it as storage at some point in my life. Upon opening the bottom portion of this briefcase (the top half is locked and the key is missing—go figure), I found probably every wallet I owned between 5th and 9th grade (I mean it wasn’t like I was looking for them or anything). Some of these are cute, some are just dreadful, but they all take me on a walk down memory lane (probably shouldn’t have used that phrase)…take a look!
This is the mysterious briefcase, by the way.
It looks like I had some sort of Alice in Wonderland fetish...who knew!
I think I thought I was cooler because my wallet had graffiti on it...was graffiti on wallets ever cool?
Gotta love Paul Frank!
I remember I was really excited about this one (which I must note I bought from a store that sold cleaning supplies) because it was the first wallet I had that could hold my phone too!
Everyone had one of these...Right? (crickets, crickets). By the way, my monkey's name was Sven.
I've come to the conclusion that I was a bit of a wacky kid...but this one isn't even practical!
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