I read every review. The ones I keep are not about the leather. A mom who bought the Dopest Black Mom wallet for her daughter. A woman who texted a photo of hers to the sister she had not seen in six years. A woman who read the words of encouragement and cried. The wallet is never the gift. The words are.
So when I counted the wallets I over-ordered, paid for and boxed on the shelves the new bags need, the answer was easy. I would rather they spend Christmas in somebody's hand than another year in mine. Pick a wallet for each name, pay for one, and the other two come free. When the shelf is clear this page comes down, for good. I will not do this twice.






























