Collectors are sometimes beholden to the Merciless Goddess Caprice, compulsively snatching this thing and that, infatuated one moment, disappointed the next, their volatile ride exhausting them. Watches are no exception. My collection is in the low twenties.
I envy those people who have One Watch that they wear and the One Watch becomes their Brand, their identity.
Playing musical chairs evidences an identity crisis. How nice it would be, not even to be limited to one watch, but to rotate just 3 or 4.
Sometimes we make our lives more complicated than we need to.