Brace yourself because I’m about to tell you a very sad, sad story.

Last May, in the midst of cross-country traveling, I lost my vintage Pasha at the Peninsula Beverly Hills.

I took the watch off to prepare for a meeting and completely forgot after, having to immediately dash back to the airport. That will teach me to take off Cartier in public, I guess.

Back on the East Coast, I was heartbroken when I discovered it was missing. Frantically, I ran to Cartier (after stalking the Peninsula’s staff remotely, of course) only to be told that I will “never replace my love for the Pasha” and needed to move on. 

Fortunately, though, there is a happy ending. I am now the proud owner of the Ballon Bleu watch, which my mom honestly believes is “more becoming than the Pasha.” 

Try to see if you can get this watch off my wrist.



Photo courtesy of Cartier.