When I turned 17 I got myself an awesome cognac-colored Hilfiger wallet. Cherished it with all my heart… until it was stolen a week later. Since then (and it was a good bunch of years ago) I’ve been mourning that specific wallet (couldn’t find a new one anywhere) and been too stubborn to get a new one. This year H got me a wallet and even though it wasn’t the one I’ve been wishing for all these years, it was gorgeous and I grew very fond of it. I had it for exactly two months and found out yesterday that the silver-colored emblem on the wallet was starting to turn coppery… in addition to that, the lining looked like it was glued in. Very shady business… so H took it back to the Guess shop (they were surprised to see the crappy quality and gave him compensation, of course) and brought back a different one. I kicked and screamed and said I didn’t want a new one because I liked my old one fine (what is it with me and getting emotionally attached to wallets?) but looking at it again today I realize it might even look better than the old one did.
Matches a lot better with my python pattern Fornarina purse and the new snake pattern ballerinas I got from Stockholm