So today’s prompt gave me pause:

Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tell us the story of a piece of jewelry you own. Where did it come from, and what does it mean to you?

This question is mildly unfair to me, since I don’t really own any jewelry.  Bill suggested I answer the question “story of a piece of jewelry that’s important to you” and use the One Ring from Tolkien’s fiction – an excellent choice, but I feel not quite in spirit for the question.  For now, I’m going to assume “jewelry” includes “fancy watch” in its definition, and talk about my fine Fossil watch, gifted to me by my good friend Nate on my birthday of… five years ago?

Nate knew I enjoyed wearing a watch, and found a particularly nice one at Fossil, with glow-in-the-dark hands (a must in adventure mode) and little dials for day of month, 24-hour time and day of week (a little extraneous).  The story of this watch is I wore it a ton and then it broke.  And it was a frustrating piece that broke – one of the hands on the mini-dials!  The broken hand would constantly mock me from inside the glass of the watch face, rattling around due to movement until it got stuck in an obstructing position (right between 6 and 7, basically).

It took me a few years (!) before I finally broke down and took the watch to a Fossil store to have repairs done, and wouldn’t you know, it was really rather simple.  These days, I don’t wear the watch that often, but I do for (a) fancy formal events like our annual company party, (b) travel, especially in foreign lands where I can’t trust my phone’s ability to tell time, and (c) events that are day long away from a computer (e.g. Magic events).  One of the neat side effects of wearing a watch is observant people can tell I am left-handed, due to the fact that I wear it on my right wrist.