tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740538823923443635.post4750690050786752930..comments2023-11-03T01:28:44.624-07:00Comments on My Masonic Apron: Wallet-SizedMr. Apronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00176310548094283074noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740538823923443635.post-1107584229826862562010-08-02T19:55:44.853-07:002010-08-02T19:55:44.853-07:00First wallet - mine was a burnt-tan leather thing ...First wallet - mine was a burnt-tan leather thing that I had stolen from my father. It smelled like him (an interesting combination of Old Spice and Irish Spring soap). I used it until my purse got stolen in my freshman year of college (an all-together waste of time if you ask me). Constantly stuffed with receipts, I still mourn its loss.Nyxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08265691788683878643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740538823923443635.post-55468185059769889102010-08-02T15:55:49.472-07:002010-08-02T15:55:49.472-07:00I remember my first wallet - it had a blue trim an...I remember my first wallet - it had a blue trim and a thick white zip, and it had tiny pink and blue flowers on a white background. I remember it because at the time I had a pet caterpillar, and I thought my wallet would be the perfect caterpillar carrier.<br /><br />Imagine my distress when I unzipped my wallet to find that Little Caterpillar had decided the zip would be a nice place to rest and had got caught in the zipper.<br /><br />I can still feel the nausea I felt when I think about it now. I cried and cried.<br /><br />Yeuch.<br /><br />Now I have a leather pink wallet with no hint of caterpillar demise about it.Harleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09912471979864385633noreply@blogger.com