When I was a boy, I wanted to be a grown up. Now that I’m all grown up, I wish I was a boy again. I remember when I was five years old and always wanted to play grown up. I would put on my dad’s clothes and wear his jewelry. My favorite was his watch. Finally, when I was six, my mom got me a watch for my graduation day. I was going to grade 1, big school. My watch was an airline watch. Soon after, unconsciously and consciously, I started collecting watches. Now my watch collection is big. My favorites are hand painted watches that I collected over time.

Hand painted watches are quite affordable. In spite of their affordability, they are great art pieces. Paintings that are miniscule are great art pieces to me. Most are not big name brands that shout indifference but they are theme watches that people would love to have. They are the perfect gifts. The giver of the watch will always be thought of by the recipient as long as that person wears the watch.