There are many among us that consider our cell phones a status symbol, a fashionable accessory that proves our technological prowess (and willingness to spend hundreds on a chunk of metal).

There are others who still use the free piece of sh*t we got when we activated our plans.

Well, it’s time to push your pretentiousness (or indifference) aside because theres a new phone out there that’s so small, so sleek, and so thin that even the newest iPhone prototypes can’t live up to it. Welcome the Post A Phone!

At 4 millimeters, can we all finally agree that its just about the smallest phone you can get? I really don’t think they can get much sleeker! At any rate, Post A Phone rules.

Here’s what it does:

When your usual cell phone craps out on you (or you drunkenly drop it in a toilet…it happens), you simply order (if you’re smart — pre-phone meltdown) Post A Phone and it comes to you through the regular mail. When you open the teeny-tiny box, you’ll find a fully functioning phone made entirely of recycled cardboard and/or plastic.

Sound flimsy to you? Get with it! Because this little baby is so lightweight and environmentally friendly (not to mention, cute!) that you really can’t go wrong. No word on pricing yet, but here’s hoping they’re affordable because I don’t know how many more blurry Friday nights my little cell can take.

With its simple interface, Post A Phone is a sort of throwback to one-on-one communication rather than the sometimes stifiling, all-inclusive quality of the internet. And did I mention, it’s good for the earth?

And that my friends, is the coolest part of all.

After I graduated from college, I decided to treat myself to an expensive bag. I mean, afterall, my sweet sweet ride was no longer around to be the catch all of my many lip glosses and empty water bottles. So what better way to replace it, than with a durable and totally cute shoulder accessory? (You know you can relate to this kind of rationale!)

At the time, I just wanted a nice bag. I was tired of having to buy another one every few months one my previous cheapie purchase fell apart. Sure, it was nice to have a change, but I wanted something that would last.

So I set out shopping. I knew that I would have that feeling—that we are meant to be together instinct—when I found it. And I did… with the Anna Corinna City Tote: large, durable, versatile and better with age; she and I were the perfect fit.

It was a bit painful at the time to shell out so much cash ($396), but I was so smitten I didn’t even care. If it rained I would hold the umbrella over my bag and not myself, I would hold it close when on the train and make sure it didn’t touch the ground at bars. Of course, my overprotection faded but my love did not. As I write this, it has been almost one year since I purchased my City Tote and I have not once switched purses. (And this from a girl who has two crates full of purses.)

The Anna Corinna is an underground status bag, only recognizable by people who are familiar. Others may admire, but they are hard to come by, which is why having it made me feel so…awesome.

The last year of my life was been incredibly shitty.

New city, unemployment, no friends. When I would leave the house without a dollar to my name, I would just carry my bag proudly because it gave me something that was mine, that symbolized the passing of an era (college) and made me feel totally city chic when I was all but homeless.

It was perhaps the most well-spent $400 dollars of my life. It gave me purpose, instantly made me feel stylish in my bargain bin clothes and gave me a reason to hold my head high when I had nothing else to show for my pitiful existence.

I try not to let material things define me, but at a time in my life when everything was totally indefinable, having one thing that was mine—and that was admired by others—was just what I needed to get me through the poor, lonely days. My status bag gave me self-esteem when I felt like there was nothing else to hold on to, but I had that big beautiful leather bag and to me, nothing else mattered.