.... when I went by my favourite retailer, just for a brief chat with my favourite saleswomen, and - only to have an excuse for this social exchange - asked to see two or three watches they had, but wasn't really interested in. As expected, there wasn't anything that really excited me: the GO PanoMatic Lunar in blue that I do like, but is a bit more than just a casual purchase. Omegas that I either actually have, had, but gave away again, or was never tempted to buy, Breitling dito. So I nearly got away unscathed .... nearly ....
The mistake was to ask for that piece resting in a barely illuminated corner of the shopwindow. Didn't look spectacular at all there. However, as soon as I got it into my hands, it was as if it spread out a myriad of tentacles catching me in an unescapable web, like Kankra neatly packing Frodo for dinner. The act of putting the watch onto my wrist was a mere formality, since I was hopelessly sold already. Yet even that added further to its fascination.
If I would tell you the name of this watch, you would turn away, because neither the brand nor this particular model does enjoy highest respect in the celestial realm of horology. So I will spare you the disappointment. But for me it is a mere beauty, despite the fact that it represents a type of watch that in earlier times was never to my liking, which I even loudly ridiculed as "wannabe", and that - despite of this opinion - has found ways to take over my watch box in absolute domination.
So things went as things often do in these particular premises: I made a deposit, and the watch and its box moved into a distinct region of the dealer's safe that appears to be already firmly marked "for Marcus' watches only". From there, it will be removed in the future weeks whenever I enter the shop with big eyes and an expression similar to Dicken's Oliver Twist asking for another bowl of soup, so I can hold it, and fondle it, and wind it, and operate it, ....... my precioussssssss ...........
Marcus