I’m at a local rummage sale, hoping to pick up some good rummage – you can never have enough of it around the house because you never know just WHEN you’re gonna need it – when I spy a familiar color at a table two rows over, and it’s certainly a color that I think ALL of us who are into watches would know on sight. In the past I’ve jokingly called it “cheesy yellow,” and gotten my backside handed to me for it, despite its resemblance to a type of cheese known as Romy, which is actually made in the Middle East, most particularly in Egypt. But that’s a story for another time.
I make my way over to the table in question, and sure enough, I’m face to box-top with an Invicta Watch box, in “Romy yellow,” and by the heft of it (that means its “weight,” for those of you in Rio Lindo and Perth-Fremantle), it’s pretty easy to tell that there’s a watch inside. I opened the box and was immediately smiling, because the watch face looking up at me was an old favorite, yet another Grand Diver, this one a lovely deep yellow color I have admired for quite some time.
AND it got even better when I flipped that baby over and saw what for ME is always a welcome sight when it comes to Grand Divers:
Wait for it…
WAIT for it…
WAIT FOR IT…
Ah-HA! There it IS!
A MIYOTA of Japan automatic, 21-jewel movement!
Yep, there’s nothing like that plain rotor to make this particular decedent smile with glee…still, even if you never looked at that lovely exhibition-back, it’s STILL one beautiful watch, don’t you think?
One of the things I truly love about these Invicta Grand Divers is the BALANCE of the dial; everything plays perfectly off everything else, and the brightness and tone of the selected background color is simply perfect.
I feel very lucky to have found this watch in the first place, especially in near-mint condition, as this one is. (Don’t believe me? Check out that picture of the clasp again; not a single ‘desk diver’ mark…) But what makes this find even MORE amazing to this Cub Reporter is the price paid at the aforementioned vente de rummâge.
Okay. okay, I’ll spill the beans: $35. USD. Yup. 35 bones. 35 rocks. Seven fin’s. And sew fourth. Not bad for a guy who got sent out to buy a dozen eggs, milk and a loaf ‘o bread, eh? You just never know when one of those ventes de rummâge are gonna pop-up along the way…
As always, many thanks for stopping buy to have a look at the stuff that follows me home. Be safe and well, and keep your eyes peeled for those garage sales, thrift stores and – of course – rummage sales!
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