First, my abject apologies to anyone who came for a discussion of the tv show LOST. Sorry. I'm not your gal. I tried to watch an episode onceapunsa, but it was a no go. I don't know why. Maybe because it seemed so dadgummed REALISTIC and PLAUSIBLE and stuff. I need LOTS of fantasy and wild imaginings and things that could never happen in real life. American Idol, anyone?
This post is about my watch. Have you seen it? It's a gold, Citizen Eco-Drive ladies' watch, WHICH I DEARLY LOVE. It's just gone. I'm heartsick about it.
I do not have a good track record with watches. My sweet husband, back when he was my dashing suitor, gave me a beautiful gold watch. I lost it. About five years later, he bought me another one. Gone. And now, 10+ years later, the Eco Drive, the most perfect watch ever, has disappeared. I don't have the heart to tell my guy that I've done it again. I've prayed, beseeching the Lord, begging for just one more chance. So far, nothing.
Now, in my jewelry box at this moment, there are three watches. Cheap, scratched, worn, decidedly UNperfect watches. They taunt me. I think they know where the Eco Drive is, and they're just not talking. But the nice watches? The ones that say Classy, With-it Mama? Vanished. Could it be that they just couldn't live the lie any longer and have found their way in some Guideposts-worthy adventure to their rightful owners? You know, the ladies with cute hair who manage to look fresh-faced and perky with just a little lip gloss. The ones with the classic, bacon-grease-stain-free wardrobe, complete with understatedly elegant jewelry.
ACK! The jewelry! That's it! They were driven away by my painted hoop earrings and add-a-bead necklaces!
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Eeeewwww. Even I don't wear the painted hoops since...um...15 years ago! You must stop. lol.
Thanks for the post. Very refreshing. My blog needed something very refreshing, so I published it.
I have had the same trouble with watches. And I, too, am simply heartsick over a few of the sentimental ones that I've lost. Ones from Dad. Ones from Husband. Ones that Husband and Dad picked out together...ugh. *sniffle*
Here's hoping you'll find it.
I do this with sunglasses, too.
I know where your watch is! It's hiding out with the clasp that belongs on my gorgeous Guess knock-off that I loved oh-so-dearly and wore everywhere and subsequently snagged on something and broke about 4 years ago. /Sniffle. I miss it.
Will I sound miserably behind if I dare ask why its the perfect watch. I'm looking for one - has to have silver and gold on it, be able to read it without my glasses, not weigh ten lbs (Ive tried mens watches) and not break out my wrist (allergic to nickel). So is it that perfect? If so, I'm more than willing to put out the cash for it, as I've been trying to find the perfect one for years. Glad you found yours hidden in the deep recesses...
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