I had been drooling over the Chanel J12 Ceramic Watches ever since they made their first appearance on the fashion scene, but alas, I didn't have an extra 6 to 8 grand laying around. So I settled on my Stella.
My watch took longer than expected to arrive. Every evening I would wait in the pouring rain for that familiar, brown UPS streetcar to pull onto my street. For a week it would drive right past me without stopping, causing me to rip at my tee shirt in agony crying out "Stella!...Hey, Stellaaaa!"
Stella was finally delivered, changing my life the moment she got off of that brown streetcar. She was white and sparkling with gold accents, encircled by shining clear stones. As grand as Blanche DuBois, as oversized and commanding as Stanley Kowalski and as lovely and delicate as Stella.
The delivery man handed her to me, offering me a handkerchief to wipe away my tears of joy.
"Thank you kindly Sir" I offered, while blowing my runny nose.
"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."