Seriously, I'm Done Now.

 I'm done. I'm absolutely fucking done. I can look at watches no more. I've gone to the outer limits, been pulled apart and reformed. Doneso. Finito. GOOD DAY! 

I got into my head about a milestone birthday and wanted something with heritage, something special, and didn't want to feel like I was settling. I kept telling myself that Jon would not think twice about getting me something I really wanted, especially for my 40th birthday (thankfully, there's years before that 💁). He deserves the same.  

So I learned everything I could to feel like I'm qualified to make a purchase like this. I enlisted Oli for extra help and he listened to all my, quite frankly, insane blatherings, and kindly offered to go with me to a boutique. The first time I went into a store I looked at a single Seiko and immediately burst out into cold sweats, so I cannot say how much having this moral support meant to me. 

I've been writing this blog for myself because I felt like I was going to explode without being able to talk to anyone about this stuff. I wanted a place to put everything so it could stop swirling around in my brain. But I've also done it for you, dear reader, darling husband, Jon. A lot of thought has gone into this gift because I wanted it to be perfect for you, because that's what you deserve.

I hope this watch serves as a reminder of that. That you are so loved. That you deserve the nice things. 

I can't wait to give this to you and share all the things I've looked at, get your opinions, and talk about things together. I think really the true gift in all of this is that I will no longer roll my eyes when you talk about a new watch and say "it all looks the same" or "it costs how much?!" (okay, I might still say that last one). 

Love you lots and lots.