Fashion

My Watch Story.

So, it was my birthday this year, back in January, I’d been taken out for the day to London, a little bit of retail therapy, the usual sightseeing taken place, but the main event wasn’t until the early evening whereby I’d been bought tickets to ‘The Jersey Boys’.
I’m a big fan of 50’s 60’s and 70’s Rock ‘n’ Roll and Frankie Valli was way up there with my favourites!

16463270_10154779062133564_7068618673888579471_oAnyway, earlier that afternoon, hopping from doorway to doorway to avoid the drenching rain from the sky’s, I thought it would only be fair to pay a visit to Watches Of Switzerland on Oxford St, just up from Piccadilly Circus.
For about a month I’d had the Omega Speedmaster Racing on my mind and I wanted to stick one on my wrist… yanno, just to make sure. So off I went to the Omega room, and soon arrived the Omega specialist, one thing led to another and before I mentioned I’d like to view the watch I’d been sat down with a Coffee while my umbrella dried out.
I’d given the Omega specialist my story, he’d explained a few details of the watch and let me try it on… this should have been the point that I should’ve said thank you and walked away.
But, not forgetting it was my birthday I proceeded to try on another, and another, and then I looked back into the cabinets only to discover what could only be described as a monster of a box… maybe even a crane had lowered it in behind the glass, either way I needed to try this watch on “with the box”.
I’m not sure what I loved more, the watch… or the box, but this contender was non other than the ‘Omega Speedmaster Professional Moonwatch’!
The salesman elaborated on the already known story behind the ‘Moonwatch’ and placed it on my wrist, he lugged the box over too with all of it’s accessories within… it could’ve been a box of gadgets from a James Bond film, and so very fitting it was Omega too!
It was within 10 minutes that the watch had glued itself to my wrist and of course I annoyingly had to make the hard decision to purchase it… I know, what an awful position to be in on my birthday! So, with the decision decided I confirmed I’d like to take the watch that day, but while doing so, I took a glance back at my old watch only to discover I’d actually been in the store a lot longer than I’d realised… leaving only an hour until The Jersey Boys was about to start just a mile down the road of Oxford street…. panic, panic, I quickly asked if we still had enough time to do all the paperwork and sale within the time… whether or not the salesman was lying, he confirmed to me, “of course, maybe only 30 minutes” … perfect I thought, just enough time to sign the docs and remove the baggy links while it rattled on my wrists!

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20 minutes flew by and before we knew it 20 more…then there was a problem with matching the watch with the box and authenticity card, delaying the process a Further 10 minutes. We were now at 50 minutes and too deep to call it a day!
Sweat had arrived in my palms and complimenting my forehead, I reiterated the point that my show started in 10 minutes… the salesman running around Watches Of Switzerland like he was training for the Olympics… we finally admitted defeat and took the payment yet left the 4 too many links in the watch that I’d said I’d be more than capable of removing when I got home!
He went away one last time to finally return with my watch within its ‘suitcase’ of a box which was also within a box and now within a bag that genuinely was the size of cabin luggage!
I merely had time to shake his hand and thank him before sprinting out of the doors into the rain and a mile down the road weaving in and out of the London traffic of sightseeers!
10 minutes later, the show started and I was stumbling into the back of the theatre huffing and puffing and more importantly interrupting the start of the show!
I’d already missed about 2 songs and everyone was seated! A staff member was waiting for the 3rd song to finish before escorting me to my seat where I had to squeeze past 10 people and being that person that everyone hates, the one that was late, the one that makes you have to tuck your legs in, the one that makes you move from your seat so they can get back to theirs- this was now ME!! Now, if you’ve ever been to a theatre…or at least the same one that I’d visited, you’ll now sympathise for me here, the legroom is about as generous as the back seats of a fiat 500, obviously not the end of the world on your average trip to watch a show, however, now picture sitting in the back of a fiat 500 with a cabin luggage sized suitcase under your feet… I could barely see over my knee caps to view frankie Valli and the Four seasons beautifully sing “big girls don’t cry”!
To this day, each time I place the Moonwatch on my wrist, I relive the stress of my 25th birthday purchase and still to this day I get terrible leg pains!

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The Gentina’s Lesson.

Today’s lesson is all about a famous, iconic and dead trendy shoe, otherwise known as the ‘Loafer’. On top of that…my personal go to shoe for looking dapper!

There’s a couple of fascinating stories as to why they’re actually called the Loafer, but also known as the ‘Penny Loafer’.

Ever wondered why? Well let The Gentina explain…

The slip on shoe, with the now preppy appearance, dates back to the early 90’s and has a historical connection with dairy farming. A Norwegian family were spotted wearing hand made slip on leather shoes with a strap across them while milking the cows on their farm. But the name LOAFER? Well, other than provide us with milk for the mornings and the most beautiful meat by the evenings…all cows seem to do is ‘loaf’ about which rightfully is where the name ‘loafers’ derived from.
Now, a few years down the line, taking us to 1936, a company you may have heard of called G.H.Bass produced the loafer to sell in America. After they’d seen the Norwegian family rocking these stylish yet functional ‘all day’ slip on’s around the farm for many years, they designed a shoe, very much alike the original and in true recognition G.H.Bass named it the ‘Weejuns’ …which is short for Norwegians.

So, now we’ve learnt where the name Loafer materialized from, next lesson is how the name ‘Penny Loafer’ hit town!

Since the release of the Weejuns, the practical shoes were often worn by college teens while they left home for study or nights out at their favorite milkshake hangouts. And due to the clever little strap across the G.H.Bass design,  it created a little lip for a single penny to sit in for safe keeping. That insignificant little coin back then would be the emergency price of a phone box call home!

One other idea behind the penny slotting in so perfectly to the loafer was to bring the students good luck during their exams…either that or again it was for a call home to explain how their sweetheart distracted them all year in class being the reason for not graduating (at least they looked swanky all term).

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