Romantique

The first time I have ever seen a timepiece mechanical watch was when a friend showed me one when I was in Japan. I forgot who had it, it’s either a Swiss person (it would make sense) or this French guy. But anyway, I think he said his grandfather gave it to him (or I could possibly be making this story up, I love romanticism). And it’s this watch where you could open up the back bit to see all the mechanical engineered tinkerings inside. Haha I obviously do not know what they’re called. Nuts and bolts? Wheels and cogs? But I remember exclaiming, “Omg it doesn’t have a battery?!” <–ignorant

So after I realised there are watches that do not rely on batteries of some sort, I sat there looking at the wheels turn, amazed that the only thing it ran on was the person’s pulse. If there’s any chance of you seeing one, just watch it; it’s so hypnotic in a very soothing, relaxing way.

I completely forgot about it until I remembered it today and my adventurous mind started to wander again. There are no profound revelations here, my apologies. But just an image of myself stumbling upon an old, un-commercialised (but well-known in the area) watchmaker shop somewhere in Switzerland. And I was buying a timepiece watch, something I’d pass on to my children and their children’s children from the shop’s master watchmaker itself. And my undeniably awesome husband would be taking me back to the same shop every 3-5 years for the same watchmaker to service it.

*dreams* (gah, stupid photos. Why are you so tiny?!) I am getting so stressed out here, someone please take me to Switzerland now. If you can’t, you know what to get me for Christmas. 😉