Who was that lithesome figure exiting Springdale Hall, a bottle of wine clutched in her hand? I decided it might be wise to follow and find out. Indeed, it was my dear friend May.
I was charmed by her rain boots with their playful black and white houndstooth pattern. I insisted she pause despite the drizzle to let me capture them.
She then tossed her umbrella aside and demanded that I examine her bold yellow rubberized wristwatch, an accessory perfectly suited to both her ensemble and the day.
A friend of hers makes these, and I've never seen a timepiece quite like it. The band unrolls out and snaps flat, rather like a roll-up metal ruler or measuring tape. I wonder what M. Patek and M. Phillipe (who made the first wristwatch in 1868) would think about that.