For years, I didn’t wear a watch. With some sort of time-telling device always in the vicinity — a phone, computer, BlackBerry, another human with a watch — why would I?
I don’t know why my bare wrist suddenly felt the need to be adorned. But, a few months ago, I bought a Michael Kors watch from Holt Renfrew and have been loving it ever since.
It’s heavy. Its wide face and mannish design make my wrist feel girly. And it gets noticed.
At a work breakfast the other day, the woman sitting next to me — a friendly, stylish lawyer — commented on my watch. I praised its virtues and told her that, in the lead-up to me buying the piece, I’d visited Holts a few times to check it out. Every time, the guy behind the counter would take one look at me and say, “Here to visit your watch?”
The only thing I pondered on those visits was the eternal, burning question: silver or gold?
I used to be a silver girl. But in recent years, I’ve been loving the gold. It all started when I received beautiful necklaces from two of my great-grandmothers. Both are long, gold and have gold pendants. I wear them all the time, which is why my girlfriends gave me a stack of gold rings on my birthday a couple of years back. And the gold trend continued.
That’s why when decision day came, I went with the gold Michael Kors. Haven’t regretted it since. I wear it with gold. I wear it with silver. I wear it all the time, and I love how it dresses up any outfit (including the shlubby t-shirt and jeans I’m wearing as I write this).
All the fashion benefits aside, there’s one more. I’m no longer the girl who’s always interrupting to ask, “Excuse me, do you have the time?”