Foraging in the Wild

I used to make conservative choices when it came to things like wallets. I've been sporting a very functional dull green one for a few years, but it started getting all gummy and not zipping very well a few weeks ago, so I decided to find a replacement.

I like to scour places like Marshalls, TJMaxx and Ross for what is basically some department store's castoffs. These orphaned items deserve a home, even if no one should have wanted them in the first place.

For example, from my local Ross:

(This is not the work of one misguided individual with a chalkboard and no dictionary. Multiple people signed off on this. Let's all give them the benefit of doubting that English is their first language.)

But these days, functional no longer satisfies. I want to giggle. I have taken on the 'fun part' of Marie Kondo's work - I want 'my' things to spark joy, without having to go through all my old things to throw/give them away. I'm not a hoarder, despite what you might assume given the twitch in Dave's eye every time I open my closet door. In fact, I'm much better than I was when we were dating and my bedroom looked like a suburban gorilla nest.

So I went looking for a new wallet that had something to say, something a bit more exciting than 'I am an adult and this carries my dollars, stamps, and the shame of my rapidly-filling 'Frequent-Cookie-Buyer' card'. And so I have a new wallet. And it. Is. FUN.

But it's also a bit revealing of one of my most embarrassing enthusiasms. Not that the thing itself is embarrassing, but my level of glee about it is a bit too intense for an adult woman, propensity for cookie-buying notwithstanding. But it will make me giggle every time I pull it out of my purse for a long while, I bet.

So, can you guess? Will you try? I'll show you on Friday, embarrassment or not. ;)