My belt predates Shane. It's gone from black to brown and it's bent permanently to accommodate me. The peg I use is visible from a distance. When I say, "Where's my belt?" I'm asking about this one.
It's a Fossil. Carrie bought it for $15 from a Sears while we dated: My first kilt belt. I wasn't sure I wanted a kilt or a kilt belt at the time, but Carrie used her stunning good looks, personality, and smile to charm me into it.
Since then, my other daily belts broke or were lost. I've worn this for years. I don't see the point of buying another either; It works. The history is bonus.
The climbing carabiner is, also, a post-Carrie fashion. I used to put my keys in my right pocket. As my key chain grew, I had a habit of wearing through my pants leg. I recognized the problem, but I had no inclination to change.
Carrie made me try out the carabiner. Relationships are give and take. A carabiner was an easy take even if my first thoughts were "How long before I can ditch this?" I was smart enough to keep my mouth closed. Eight years later, I still have one on my belt. What can I say? It's where my keys go.
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