Now for the inventory of my life, or at least that which has stuck with me, an awful lot's been left by the wayside already.
A 1977 Seiko in immaculate condition. I'm not a fan of Seiko (although their "Grand Seiko" line is apparently a league of it's own), but - the dial, the style, the retro, it's got it's appeal.
Ready, ladies, to swoon over my wrist...?
