Stolen Wallet- Stolen (fashion) Identity

Some jerk stole my wallet on Wednesday! My lovely, leather, Chloe wallet… the last remaining slice of style I still had.  He probably saw me, (carrying one baby in the Baby Bjorn and dragging the other along on the way to French Class), and thought… bingo! Easy target!  He stole it right out of my diaper bag…

Okay, yes, I’ve given in to having a diaper bag, even though I swore I never would!  (All my designer handbags are hanging in my closet collecting dust). And even more, I’m still not thin enough to be wearing any of my trendiest clothes, and I rarely have time for make-up these days;  I have truly become a MOTHER! 

But,  the one thing I still had that showed any hint of my former life (when I pranced around in heels and didn’t have spit-up on every shoulder of every top), was my Chloe wallet- (the proof that I did once have a clue about fashion).

Curse that jerk who stole it!  It had all my credit cards (4 American ones and 4 U.K. cards), my license, my zoo membership card, and some cash. He could probably steal my identity with all that info. (Not that it’s a tempting identity to have… ANYMORE)!!!   😦

Tears…

-Courtney in London