Watches and I have a rocky history. The first watch I ever owned was from one of my middle school boyfriend and it came from the jewelry section of Target. I loved that cheaply made watch for about as long as I loved his sagging pants. When we eventually broke up, the quickly got lost in the bathroom drawer somewhere underneath my very impressive collection of scrunchies.
Just as I swore off saggy-pant boys (permanently), I also swore off watches for the next decade or so. I know being anti-watches is a little weird, but I had my reasons….
I didn’t need a watch, or so I reasoned. After all, I had a cell phone to tell me the time. Plus, I had
dainty abnormally thin wrists, so I always felt like watches just looked too clunky on my arm.
Boy, do I wish someone had just sat me down way back when and laid out all the reasons to invest in a real watch?! I mean, why didn’t some well-meaning gal pal corner me and set me straight:
Listen up, girl. Sure, you could keep checking the time on your flip phone, or you could actually pony up and get a big girl watch. Then you’d actually know the time without having to pull out that dope phone of yours……And, even more importantly, forgive me for being blunt here, but your accessories game is weak. As in, pathetic. A few good watches would be a good place to start…
*Note: I needed this intervention way back before we found ourselves in iPhone-atopia. Oh, and that was also back when dope was considered an acceptable adjective.
Fast forward to my very late twenties when my older sister finally sat me down and gave me the talk. No, not that talk. Focus, ladies. I was referring to the You’re an adult now and you need to invest in a real time-piece talk.
Ouch, it was like ripping off a band-aid. It hurt, but it’s what I needed. And so I bought my first big girl watch and subsequently became a watch aficionado.