It took my parents 7 years after I was born to conceive a son. I was the second of two daughters and before my brother was born, my dad raised me like a boy. I got guns and a go kart for Christmas while my sister got dollhouses and kitchen toys. I learned to shoot hoops at age five and I played chess with our driver/ dad’s bodyguard during weekends. I never liked pink, never wore skirts and didn’t grow my hair until I was in high school. Growing up I was drawn to all things masculine.
I don’t know if the aforementioned revelation has anything to do with my affinity for men’s watches or big-faced time pieces. I spent the long weekend fixing my closet and just realized I had quite a collection. Here are my favorite watches from luxury brands to the crystal bear-faced watch I fancied in good old DIVI.
For me, wearing men’s /big-faced watches is like naming a young girl with a boy’s name. It makes me feel more feminine to wear something masculine. Now, if only I was named Billie, Sam or Harper — oh, well. 🙂