My berries, my tiny diva.

Today I wore my Swatch Flash Berries,
my Berries, model SUBK143G.

She woke up with more attitude than me.
I picked her up and she sparkled like she already had something to say.
She’s tiny but she acts like she runs my whole wrist.
I didn’t fight her because she always wins.

She’s a stunning ladies’ Swatch from the 2009 Fall Winter Collection.
I’m not a lady, but my Berries still looks good on me.
She was designed in 2008,
and she still behaves like she’s brand new.
Sometimes she feels like a little piece of the past that stayed soft for me.
A tiny memory I can wear.

She loves telling me she’s a genuine Swiss Made timepiece.
She says it like she’s bragging about her passport.
She’s made for women and girls,
but she acts like she’s made for the spotlight.
She sits on my wrist like she owns the whole day.
And honestly, she kind of does.

Her bracelet glowed like candy before I even left the house.
Stainless steel 316L mixed with little synthetic resin blossoms in different colours.
Handmade, she whispers, like she’s telling me gossip.
She loves reminding me she’s special.
And every time she says “handmade,” it feels like someone cared.
Someone touched each blossom.
Someone shaped her with real hands.
There’s something nostalgic about that.

She matches perfectly with Swatch Bijoux jewelry.
Like she was born to sit next to shiny little things.
Like she knows she’s part of a set.
She loves that.

The art of making things by hand reveals an unexpected beauty, she says.
And she proves it every time she moves.

Her clear plastic case showed everything inside like she had nothing to hide.
It’s transparent and light, like a tiny window.
It frames her sunbrushed silver dial perfectly.
Sometimes it reminds me of old toys I loved as a kid.
Simple.
Bright.
Happy for no reason.

Printed Arabic numerals drawn by hand mark 3, 6, 9, and 12.
She loves telling me they were drawn by a real human hand.
The other hours are just irregular silver dots, scattered like someone was humming.
It feels like a little sketchbook moment frozen in time.

Her shiny metal hour and minute hands move with attitude.
Her delicate metal seconds hand likes to show off.
She ticks like she’s tapping her foot at me.
And somehow that tiny sound feels familiar.
Like something from a quieter time.

She has a rectangular case and she’s very proud of it.
She’s 24 mm wide, 8 mm thick, and 35.06 mm top to bottom.
She tells me these numbers like they’re her body measurements.
She loves the attention.

Her case is plastic, light and clear, like a tiny window.
Her strap has a jewellery clasp with the Swatch logo.
She calls it her “cute armour.”
I let her have that moment.

Inside, she runs on Swiss quartz movement and pure confidence.
She told me that herself.
She’s water resistant to 30 metres, but she still acts delicate.
“Don’t drop me,” she says.
“I’m cute, not strong.”

She made me walk lighter.
She made me smile at nothing.
She made me want a snack for no reason.
She made the day feel simple again.
She made me feel simple again too.
Like the old days when joy came from tiny things.

There’s something healing about her.
Something warm.
Something silly.
Something soft.
She feels like a tiny memory that refuses to be quiet.
A little reminder of a sweeter time.

She reminds me that joy can be small.
That colour can be fun.
That handmade things have a soul.
She reminds me that I’m allowed to be soft.
And a little chaotic.
And a little sweet.

My Berries is not rare.
She’s not expensive.
But she’s precious to me.
She stayed with me all day like a tiny fruity friend.
A little piece of yesterday sitting on my wrist today.

And every time I looked at her, she sparkled back like she was whispering:
“Go on babe.
Be cute.
Be soft.
And cause a little trouble today.”