Because Paul works for an AT&T dealer he gets a pretty sweet deal on phone service. However, much to his embarrassment, we've been locked into a T-Mobile contract. Last week, however, our contract expired and he was able to get a new phone with his employers. I opted to stay with T-Mobile (the deal he gets doesn't cover spouses) and inherited his old phone. It's my first smarty-pants phone and I got very excited to delete all of his stuff and make the phone my own. When I noticed how cheap phone cases were I begged Paul if I could buy one. He laughed and agreed because he knew Andrea would never accept my ownership of his old phone unless it no longer resembled his old phone. Right away I knew what case I wanted.
Zebra print. Yeah baby!
You see, the inside of my purse is zebra print, and although my old phone was blue, I could never find it in there. Occasionally, I would dig and dig and dig through the contents without any luck spotting that blue phone only to call it and find my purse vibrating. Embarrassing! But it didn't seem to matter how much or how little sleep I got, I could never find that dang phone. Pardon my French. So I'm trying a bit of loosely-defined reverse psychology. I figure if I couldn't find a contrasting object, I should make the object blend in. Now that my phone bears the same print as my purse lining I have yet to lose it. It's actually easier to find. Who knew?
Lastly, I think the zebra print adds character. I've named the phone Bertha. She's an older phone and reminds me of a spunky senior with tacky animal print glasses. I am loving her!