In Praise of Medium-Term Possessions
I finally replaced my money clip/card case combo (which I previously wrote about here). Anytime I change wallets, I feel a tiny twinge of sadness for the old one. My previous wallet lasted me about three years. It saw three continents, six different currencies and three different business cards. It sat comfortable in my front pocket, and waited loyally with my keys, watch and wedding ring in a bowl in the kitchen.
Wallets, shoes, bags–we spend a lot of time with these medium-term possessions. We purchase them with care, use them regularly and then replace them. Men, especially, as we’re generally inclined to have fewer and use them more frequently.
I like how these objects change with age. How the fabric on the clip of my old billfold wore away, and was slightly tacky where the money sat against it. How, over time, I’d unknowingly optimized my old backpack, subconciously adjusting the straps until it fit me perfectly. I like my shoes best. I pronate, and when I look down their length they seem to lurch toward each other like sad drunks.
Though I’m very pleased with my new money clip, with its magnetic ‘clip’ and smaller profile, I remember my old one fondly. I can’t bring myself to throw it away immediately. It’ll kick around my desk awhile, demoted to a low-rotation business card holder. Maybe it’s because I try to eschew a lot possessions, but I think, during these tiny changings of the guard, we should pause to appreciate the retiree.