Preface: I’m picky about my shit.
So a week or so ago I got my Ultra Case in the mail, and turns out it’s even more metallic than I imagined and more cheaply constructed than the henin I made for 7th grade World History. Sometimes I like garrish things. This was not one of those times. The plastic opening at the bottom of the case looked like taffy roughly cut, the edges protruding sharply with exposed corners where the paint didn’t cover the mold. The thing came in from Hong Kong, and though I received the okay from Ultra Case to send it back, I ain’t gonna pay the shipping to mail a 1-pound bubble envelope back to the HK.
However well-designed the Apple iPhone 3G S may be, I still wanted a case for the phone, so I had to look elsewhere. I ended up looking just down the road and am really happy with my second Paly-based Speck case! Unlike so many InCase Slider cases (No hate – I lurve InCase, too.), the Speck CandyShell doesn’t push at the edges of Power Support adhesive films (Anti-Glare, of course.), which pleases my mild OCDness to no end. Its rubberized interior and hard shell exterior make it absorbent yet well-protected. Call me consumerism-crazy, I just get excited when I find the right version of something I need. (Read: New Toy.)
Pretend I have a way to enhance screen images and didn’t take these photos in a room with an amber-colored torchiere, didn’t set the phone on kitschy, distracting red scrapbooking paper, and don’t have severely chipped grey nail polish:
Yes, that’s right, I just wrote an entire post about a case. Blueberry wasn’t initially my top choice, in fact, I originally polled some friends to decide between black and purple, but I’m so glad I veered away from basic black.
- With black, you’re just asking to have your stuff mixed up. My series of phones’ names have always been “MaykaPhone,” not “MaybeSomebodyElse’s Phone.”
- Black, while it goes with everything, is, just…too basic.
Though the survey results resounded with “PURPLE!” I ended up totally deviating from the options I had presented before because of a really silly impression I’ve had ingrained in my mind since elementary school.
Back in the day, these two girls (I remember their full names but I can’t reveal them because they’ve added me on Facebook.) were total BFFs and totally obsessed with the color purple. They went into hysterics every time they saw purple. If a teacher drew out purple chalk, they’d be all up on it like, “OOOOH, PURPLE! SQUEEEE!” Even then I stared at them bug-eyed, like, “Girls, you crazy.” I’m sure all elementary school kids are annoying at that time in their lives, but I think the first time I learned and utilized the word “annoying” was to describe their reaction to a freakin’ color. I have forever since regarded purple as having a cultish following of crazed fans. Impressions count, man. Even now that I’m 25, I refuse to be that kind of schoolgirl.
And that’s why I chose not to rep California grapes. I know you love it when I let you into my mind.