Alright, let me tell you about this Ellen Tracy watch I ended up with. It wasn’t something I went out looking for, you know? My sister, she’s got a knack for picking out these gifts that are, well, not exactly what I’d buy for myself, but thoughtful nonetheless. So, this watch shows up for my birthday a while back. Nice box, looked pretty elegant, I’ll give it that.
So, I unboxed it. It was one of those more delicate, kind of dressy watches. Rose gold finish, a few sparkly bits on the dial – you get the picture. My first thought was, “Okay, this is nice, but it’s gonna live in its box.” I’m not exactly gentle with my stuff. My daily watch usually looks like it’s been through a minor war zone after a few months. I figured this Ellen Tracy piece would get scratched or dinged if I just looked at it wrong.
But then, a funny thing happened. My main watch, the trusty old beater, the band snapped. And I mean, completely gave up the ghost. I needed something to wear, and there was the Ellen Tracy watch, sitting there. So, I thought, “What the heck, I’ll wear it for a few days until I sort out my other one.”
So I started wearing it. To the office, out for groceries, just my regular day-to-day. And I was super careful at first. Like, consciously avoiding bumping my wrist into anything. It was almost comical. But after a week or so, I kind of forgot I was trying to be careful. It just became the watch I was wearing.
My Surprising Little Discovery
Here’s the part that actually made me want to share this. I was at home, doing some cleaning, moving some boxes around in the garage – not exactly a “delicate watch” activity. I whacked my wrist, pretty hard too, against a metal shelf. That sickening thud, you know? My immediate thought was, “Well, there goes the crystal, or at least a massive scratch.” I was genuinely annoyed at myself for forgetting to take it off.
I pulled up my sleeve, expecting the worst. And… nothing. Not a scratch. Not a dent. I looked closer. Still nothing. The thing was perfectly fine. I was actually a bit stunned. I tapped the crystal, checked the band. All good. I even wore it when I was washing dishes later (I know, I know, probably shouldn’t have, but I forgot again!). Still ticking, still looking pretty decent.
Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like it’s some indestructible super-watch. But for what I initially pegged as a purely “looks good, don’t touch” kind of accessory, it held up way better than I gave it credit for. It taught me a little something about my own assumptions, I guess. Sometimes the pretty things are tougher than you think.
So, yeah. That’s my little adventure with the Ellen Tracy watch. It went from being a “special occasions only” item in my mind to something I actually wore for a good few months straight without any major issues. It’s still in good shape, actually. Who knew?
