Hello, everybody, nice seeing you again.
A few weeks ago, a day or two after my birthday, I was on the train and the conductor came through collecting tickets. I have a monthly pass that I keep in a little wallet-type holder, and I pulled it out of my bag and a weird thing happened. It’s a cute little Paul Frank ID-holder-type wallet, sky blue, with Clancy the giraffe on it, and I’ve always liked it because I like how cheerful it is. I was pulling it out of my bag, and all of a sudden—I was embarrassed by it. I was embarrassed by my Clancy train pass holder, and my red glitter Paul Frank skull-and-crossbones wallet, and my pink Julius make-up bag. These are things I carry with me every day.
I’d never even thought about how much other Paul Frank stuff I have: My sky blue Julius messenger bag, and my red Julius slipper socks, and my three pairs of white Julius panties. But suddenly I was mortified by it all. “Omigod!” I thought. “I’m TEENILE!”
I never thought about my red sparkly wallet until I was down in Florida last year and pulled it out to pay for something. “Is that a skull and crossbones?!” the cashier squawked. I thought she was going to call in her minister to pray for me. I couldn’t believe something so cute could terrify somebody so much, which made me like it even more. But now I have to replace it. I have come to the conclusion that it is finally time for me to grow up. Good-bye, happy little skull and crossbones.
Here is my new wallet, and I hope you can see it from the scan. It’s dark burgundy tooled leather with dark green lacing, and it shows a hound dog chasing a raccoon over a log, which is about as much grown-up sophistication as I can stand.
Thanks for reading my blog post this week, and don’t forget to pull out your wallet and make a pledge to the WFMU fundraising marathon.