I have never not worn a watch. Even as a child, as you can see in this photo, I had a watch on. It bugged me to feel it too tight on my wrist so I wore it over my cardigan sleeve (I'm still teased about that!). And I still wear my watch one link loose so I don't feel strangled by time but I still know what time it is. Early on, our grandparents stressed the importance of a good watch. You can tell a lot about a person by the watch they wear or the one they don't. When we achieved great things, they gave us fancy watches. When we turned important ages, they gave us fancy watches. When our grandparents died, we inherited their watches (and their time).
Some years ago my husband surprised me with a Fendi watch after my most beloved of all time watches had broken. I was still in mourning over my watch when he handed me a shimmering gold box. The Fendi had all the attributes that I required. It was white and yellow gold, it had numbers, the date, a second hand, and a round face. And it wasn't all clunky. It was feminine but not dainty. It was a work of glorious art. I loved my new watch!
For years I have looked down at the beautiful watch on my arm to see the time. It's not just about seeing what the hour is. My watch is as important and symbolic to me as my wedding ring is.
So, yes, even though phones and computers display the time, I still wear that old fashioned thing called a watch.
*I know I have posted this photo before. It's one of my favorites. Our little brother was so cute! He wasn't trying to strangle me. Our brothers always reached around and tickled us in photos to make us laugh. They still do that!
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