Couldn't tell you why, but for some reason I'm on a watch kick right now.
Over the weekend, I found myself digging through my nightstand pulling out all my old watches. Sadly, every single one was out of commission.
It's a rag-tag collection of wrist candy, but each one has a special meaning to me. You know how that goes.
Gone for too long
Since I'm a crazy person, these watches have been laying dormant in my nightstand for years because I didn't want to bother with taking them to a jeweler for a look-see.
But yesterday I decided to bag 'em all up and let the jeweler do his thing.
I snapped this pic before I left:
The Fossil watch is an old fave. I bought in when I was an investment broker and thought I needed an expensive-looking watch.
I don't know where Fossil fits reputationally in the world of watches. My fear is that it's like the Skechers of watches. I'd love for someone to chime in and tell me, "It's a fine watch," even if you're lying.
The jeweler wasn't very forthcoming about what he did to get it going again, but I'm suspecting it just needed a battery.
He didn't charge me anything, so what do I care, right?
Once it was up and running, I peeled off the Timex Weekender that's been my daily wear piece for a while and slapped the Fossil back on.
Back in business
It's nice to have an old friend back in the rotation, even if it's falling apart inside (peep the little dagger where the 11 goes.)
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