

Rockin’ my very first Swiss watch.
Got this bad boy for my 40th birthday and the impending arrival of my first son, so naturally I panicked and chose a watch instead of reading a parenting book. Picked the blue dial because he’s due in September and I’m apparently the kind of dad who color-codes major life events to a wristwatch.
The PRX is genuinely gorgeous. That waffle dial catches light like it’s auditioning for a disco ball, the integrated bracelet is buttery smooth, and the Powermatic 80 movement means I can be lazy for three days straight and it still knows what time it is, unlike me most mornings.
Only issue: I got the 40mm before Tissot blessed us with the 35mm, and now I’m stuck wondering if my wrists are actually built for a dinner plate. Every time I glance down I feel like I’m wearing a manhole cover with delusions of elegance. But returning a gift this loaded with meaning for a smaller case felt like telling my newborn “sorry, wrong size, try again in nine months.” So here we are, wrist slightly overwhelmed, dignity intact, watch untouched.
Ten out of ten. Would still wear it even if it occasionally makes me look like I’m hiding a dinner plate up my sleeve.