One of the things that came to me after my mom died was her wallet. My sisters didn't want it - it was used - but I loved it. Mother had an eye for beautiful things. She also had an eye for a bargain. I don't know the history of her leather wallet, but the exterior still looks pristine.It's the interior that has finally given up.
This morning it hit me. Before the wallet fell completely apart, I needed to retire it. I stopped at Macy's, and looked through their offerings. Nothing was on sale, but I was there. I came home with this:
And everything fits.