Despite having such strong feelings (and fear) about being late, it is perhaps odd that I have only just purchased a watch. For the first time in about six years. I used to suffer with self-diagnosed wrist claustrophobia, giving me no desire to own or wear a watch. Bracelets are fine because they allow movement and they can be worn in the shower - bonus. Watches on the other hand, far less flexible.



Tesco - £6

Okay, so it's from Tesco. Not the most fashion forward place admittedly but for six measly pounds, it suits me just fine. My wrists are, weirdly, the only part of my body I really like (mostly because my man hands almost make my wrists look slim and dainty).

I wear all my bracelets on my left wrist because I'm right-handed - there's nothing more annoying than trying to take notes in a lecture and having your bracelets clanging against the desk. So to even my arms up, my watch is being worn on my right arm. Understandable enough. What I don't quite understand is my preference for wearing the watch face on the inside of my wrist. The first time it slipped round quite by accident because I hadn't fastened the strap tight enough, but now I have very much got into the habit of twisting my arm inwards for the time. Nevertheless, I love the colour of the strap - it's a deep brown which contrasts nicely with the gold detail around the watch face.

And speaking of golden little things, here's my little wolf baby.