had a delightful experience with her beloved Swatch recently (it needed repair, and the Swatch store did it fast and free), which got me thinking about Swatches I have known and loved.
My first Swatch was a gift from my father, brought home from some foreign trip or other, back in the days when Swatches were the cool new thing (1983) - stylish yet functional, and priced to sell. Mine was all white with a grid on the face, though no numbers. It was apparently called the Tennis Grid
, though I don't recall ever knowing that. I just knew that for once (okay, not once, but it wasn't common AT ALL) I was on trend.
In 1986, I acquired my second Swatch, the aquatic Black Cora
l. I loved it madly, especially that each side of the strap was a different color.
Shortly after aquiring that one, I loaned the white one to a girl on my hall at college. Never got it back. Sigh.
But then I got another, called Black Magic
, which was solid black with slender golden hands. Quite elegant, as Swatches in the mid-80s went.
Sometimes I'd get creative and swap the straps around. I particularly liked Black Coral worn with the straps from Black Magic. I wore it that way for years, until I fell victim to the siren song of the Indiglo.
I didn't think about Swatches for a long time, until my wrists started getting a little carpal tunnelly, and needed something really soft and flexible. Swatch to the rescue, with their Sparkling Night
and its silicone strap. It was the first Swatch I ever had with actual numbers on its face.
Anyway, I like that they are still around after 31 years, and still standing behind their products.