I've heard entirely too much about how cell phones have made the personal timepiece obsolete. To those who have proclaimed the death of the wristwatch, I offer May's indispensable multi-tasker. When I inquired about the hair-taming items she was carrying on her watch, she replied, "It's a humid day. I've got to be prepared." And so, the Dick Tracy watch lives to tick another day. (Now, if only I could get my hands on a Maxwell Smart shoe phone.)
May was wearing her yellow watch (a watch popular with readers of this blog, I might add) with a boldly-printed dress. The dress was one of two, she told me, that she'd nabbed recently at Oops in Charleston.


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