|Matt bought this wallet at Pike's Place Market when I took him out to introduce him to my sister, oh, ten years ago.|
my own wallet, but somehow Matt's ended up both wider and taller. Not much, but a noticeable amount lager than mine--and larger than his old wallet, too. I thought this was going to be a deal breaker for Matt. I told him I'd take it for my own if, in the end, he didn't care for the size. Since 99% of the time my wallet is in my backpack (whereas for Matt it is in his pocket) it made little difference to me if it is half an inch taller. But, he got used to it and now finds the wallet just hunky-dory. It makes me proud when he shows it off to people, I have to say.
And I will leave out the bit where I threw the whole darn thing across the room, like a child, because my sewing machine was just not having the thickness of all those layers of Carhartt. I mean, the important part was that I eventually walked over and picked it back up again, right? Persistence is key. Persistence and patient friends who not only tolerate such fits, but offer wine and words of encouragement, too.
(Update 9/19/2016: The universe is so funny. Just days after I finally got around to writing about Matt's wallet he got a new one for his birthday. It is remarkably slim, made from some schnazzy metal infused paper. He loves how small this new wallet is and immediately swapped out. So. I got a Dark Star Orchestra wallet after all. Gosh. The universe is funny...)
(Update 10/15/2018): The saga continues. Matt wore out the metal infused paper wallet so I sewed him up a new wallet out of regular ol' quilting cotton. And then he stretched out the pockets by overfilling them with cards that the cards would fall out when he opened his wallet. And he didn't like that. And I couldn't blame him. So, I bought him a high-grade Red Oxx wallet for Christmas this year...and then gave it to him this week because he was so clearly bummed about the state of his wallet, cards flying out willy-nilly.)