Credit: Maria S Forever
I’m finally at the age that I believe I can defend a long-held-off splurge for myself: A Good Wristwatch. As in, TAG Heuer good.
Oh yes, much as I preach and try to live contentment with what I have, these watches have been my secret object of lust for quite some time.
There’s just one thing. A few months ago, my watch (just a basic one) strap broke. Guess what. I haven’t missed it. Not really. When I want to know the time, I check my iPod Touch. Or my BB. Or my monitor. Or the sign on the mall at the YK Centre (which, incidentally, let all us Yellowknifers know that it’s down to 4C these days).
Curses! Just the time when I can justify this purchase, I find I know longer need a watch, and perhaps don’t even want one!
That led me to another thought. First this internet/ShinyBrightObject age took down the music industry. It’s currently taking down media as we knew it. What do you think, readers? Is the Era of the Wristwatch now over, too?