So, I bought a watch, as I said I was planning to do. I tried on a couple of vintage-y thrift store options of the analog variety, but unfortunately they were broken. Most of the “old fashioned” looking watches I found online (cursed, cursed Amazon being all I can usually afford these days for things that I cannot find used. That’s how they get us, right?) were either too expensive or too big looking.
Of course, I went the complete opposite direction, and bought a watch that my husband thought may be intended for little girls. It isn’t, I’ll have you know. Not that I’d care. The best “girly” things are often designed for actual girls and not (allegedly) adult women.
Anyway, as much as I know that no one cares to read any further about A Girl Buying A Watch, I did think it was fitting to mention it on the blog.
Wearing a watch is a little rebellion against our age. It liberates one from the awful habit of constantly picking up a smartphone to check the time. It does one job, or maybe two or three, but it doesn’t do anything else. It doesn’t have any notifications of any kind, unless you manually set an alarm. Which, of course, I still do on my phone, as I need a few in the morning.
Tune in next week, as your favourite reactionary reviews an alarm clock, possibly.
Buy a watch, save the world.
