Partially fueled by a fear of becoming a ghost with unfinished business, partially fueled by a personal principle that I never want to be in serious debt, I pay off every credit card bill early and in full. My last one included a couple of what I call “inelastic costs,” stuff like a swimsuit for Kaua’i and dinner on the islands. (Read: vacation spending) The bill was sizably more than my others (But not as big as medical bills, thank goodness.), and I vowed “No more unnecessary purchases until modest gift-giving in December.”

And then I saw this:

I’m intrigued by the men’s watch trend that’s on the come-up in women’s fashion, and the character of these diving watches makes me like it even more. It’s a much busier face than I usually go for (I just need tick marks at the hours – and after Casio announced Kesha as their G-Shock spokesperson, I’ve decided to swear off a digital watch purchase for a while.), but I like the presumptuous technicality of it. The pronounced gears remind me of steampunk accessories, and the tortoise finish just caught my eye when I was doing so well in just giving a once-over to the Convert counter display.

I tried the Nixon 42-20 on. It’s huge. The face is the width of my wrist. But I really like it. Just not enough to shell out more than $150. (It’s $300-something at Convert, $450 through Nixon.) Though I’m not the type to lose or break my watches, I can’t justify another wrist-worn timepiece at the moment. Damnit. Logic wins again.

What’s that? You don’t wear a watch every day? You have to ask what time it is or pull out your cell phone? That’s unfortunate. I’m bringing watches back. For myself.

Which reminded me I also want these:

We’ve got a sampling of Matt Bernson shoes on Moxsie, and after giving in to an end-of-season markdown (plus my employee’s discount), I finally purchased the most comfortable pair of heels in my entire closet. I’ve walked around in my Matt Bernson Vespers at Comic-Con, Las Vegas, Boston – and I have not had tired foot problems at the ends of the night.

Matt used to work in construction, then he took a trip to India where he bought his then girlfriend, now wife, a super comfortable pair of sandals. The gift inspired him and he decided he wanted to design women’s footwear. So typical, right? Construction guy buys his lady some shoes and then goes and launches a women’s footwear brand with the tagline “sex and comfort.”

I’m glad he did, though. These Tundra boots are specifically offered only on Zappos and Solestruck, but Solestruck’s got ‘em on sale. I love that they’re convertible (snap up, roll down, removable strap), rugged-looking, and detailed with sort of tonal rose gold elements.

Update: Okay, so there’s one more thing at Convert that caught my eye that I was responsible enough not to try on and fall in love with. It was at Convert that I first discovered The Furies (Rikke Korff and the Korff Kounsil), a brand that makes me think of 80s geometric prints. They seem to be running along the same wave that Mary Meyer is floating in on.

This pair of obi pants adds to this flame that’s been growing inside of me for a couple of months. I’ve basically been noticing regularly waisted (as opposed to low-rise or high-rise) trousers that are fuller at the hips, and realized how much of a better fit that would be for me. Being just shy of 5′ 4″, I’d really need to try these on to see if they dwarf me more or if I just come off looking “normal.” Either way, these are about as harem as I would get with my pants. I just think they’re more interesting and relaxed than traditional work slacks, which bodes well with my lifetime goal of never having to invest in a formal business wardrobe.

Convert has them in a sparsely shimmery grey, so remind me not to step in there for at least two months…

I’m getting nowhere fast.