THis is my wallet. Its very old. I've had it since I was 8 though i've only been using it for the past five years. It was made by my sister Elizabeth . She bought a small leather crafting kit with patches and plastic twine and she tied together the seams until she made me a wallet. Complete with a snap-shut pocket for my guitar picks.

When I look at the wallet. I usually think of my sister. I think of our house. I think of my dresser, where I kept the wallet for so long. Whenever I open my wallet I think of the things its contents represent. The picture of my family, the photo f my nephew, the chinese fortunes i refuse to throw away, and much more.

I love the way it looks. Brown exterior, green and blue interior. It used to be suade, but much has been rubbed away now so that the leather is smooth ans shiny in several places. It has also stretched and bent over time to conform to its back pocket resting place. Its small, its subtle, and its comforting.
It's soft to the touch, and fits remarkable well in the palm of my hand.There is also a loose bit of plastic twine that tends to come undone from its spiral which gives me something to play with while i'm waiting for transactions to go through at checkout counters.
It's actually become a bit of a comfort object for me. If i sit down for a long period of time i will typically take my wallet out of my back pocket and set it on the desk to look at or hold in my hands while i read a book. I even know how it smells. One side smells always like sweat, and the other always like leather. Its one of my favorites.
When you through it down on a table it always makes a satisfying smack. Its also very easy to throw at people ant the contents do not usually fall out.
My least favorite aspect of my wallet is the fact that it holds money.