i have an issue with women's watches. overall, to me, they just look dinky.
whether they are quality pieces of craftsmanship or basic wrist adornments, their minute size bothers me more than basic trinkets' because of the additional functionality. i know i follow a strange logic: little useless ornaments are ok as long as they're just trivial. add function and i think they're just annoying. boggles the mind.
the failure comes down to a lack of contrast, i have come to believe: they're too small for creating the delicate look that they are supposed to achieve. i am simple like that: big accentuates small, small brings out the large. i guess i haven't reached a more complex level of analysis, yet.
if it was about my wrists being thick i could understand the logic of feeling that dinky little things bring out something i wish to diminish.
given i felt that thick wrists were something i would like to play down. not sure about that, though. but perhaps. nonetheless, mine are actually not, quite the opposite. therefore and nevertheless, you have seen me sporting a men's watch that accentuates my small wrist with its bulkiness. the watch is quite a few years old, from
tag heuer and still one of my favorite accessories.
here, as with everything else in my style, the opposition of masculine and feminine is a precondition i treasure. i am quite sure many people find my bulky timepiece unnecessarily large and protruding – making the point slightly too obvious "see, i've got a small wrist, hello!"
but that's just me: underlining the obvious as always.
then, about two years ago i bought something very unlike myself.
first, it is golden.
second, it is small.
third, it is women's.
what made it mine was the sheer ugliness of the wrist adornment: old casio remake from the 80's was just enough of tacky to help me overcome the dinkiness of it.
i have worn it five times in total. not solely because it's small, but because it's golden. i do silver.
illogical.
the thing is, i love it. i do.
it seems someone has somehow persuaded local eira society ladies or some other collectors to surrender some of their closet fillers for sale. there are a few rooms filled with vintage dresses, hats, purses, and jewelry – some are amazing quality, even bespoke, and some just perfect examples of a fashion era gone by.
i spent last week organizing my mom's 70th bday which meant browsing cookbooks, searching for fresh ingredients, prepping and baking. on friday night a car packed with people, dogs and food changed location towards the west coast. on saturday everything was in order, the cake (among other delishes) was ready and we had a pleasant event amongst closest family and friends.
guess opened a new store at kamppi shopping centre, and we paid a brief visit. my last guess experience was rather uninspiring: a suffocatingly packed lux club with warm flutes of cheap sweet sparkling did not impress. fortunately, this time around the sparkling was cold, dry and there was plenty going around. 
off to tavastia we went to the vip party of adidas 60 years of soles and stripes. the decor was well put together from the blue lit entrance to the jackets hanging from the rails. again an environment i don't feel entirely at home in: sportswear ain't my thang and it's been a while since i skateboarded and listened to hip hop. i did try my best to look the part and i wore my originals' shell from 2004. more importantly i enjoyed the bar and the skateboarding, but was rather unimpressed by the hip hop acts on stage after the doors opened for public. not my scene... anymore, that is.
