So it happened: Apple entered the wearables market (or at least they promised to, with a release date slated for ‘early 2015’). From the moment I heard it was a watch, I wanted to hate it. I was ready to hate it. I was ready to stand up tall and declare that I don’t wear watches and will never wear this watch. Not long afterward, I was left wondering how I lived without a device that I haven’t even held in my own hands yet. Yet.
It has three models: Apple Watch (available in stainless steel or space black with an array of stylish bands), Apple Watch Sport (with an aluminum case in silver or space grey and a selection of durable rubber bands), and Apple Watch Edition (for those of you who prefer an 18-karat yellow or rose gold case with exquisitely crafted bands and closures).
It comes in two sizes: meaning those of us with smaller wrists can choose the model that won’t overshadow us.
It has this incredible ‘Click Wheel’: think of it like a mouse for your watch, giving you the ability to zoom or scroll or change your life in ways you hadn’t imagined possible.
It has a force-sensitive Retina display: meaning your new Apple Watch can tell the difference between tapping and clicking, making the user interface more diverse and feature-rich.
It can be customized in more ways than you can imagine, including interactive faces that will wow you.
It is the perfect companion to your iPhone (working with the 5C, 5S, 6, and 6+), delivering notifications and alerts (configurable by you) directly to your wrist.
It will gently tap your wrist when you receive an incoming message.
It will measure the quality and quantity of your movements, making it the perfect fitness companion (not to mention the built-in heart-rate sensor).
It functions as a walkie-talkie.
It’s exciting, it’s fun, and I want one (in case I hadn’t made that clear) –if you want to see the full-range of features and get a little giddy along with me, watch the promotional video released by Apple.
It’s probably a good thing that I have to wait a few months before getting my hands on one. It will let the excitement die down and make it less likely that I will end up twirl-hugging my new watch and looking like an idiot (okay, maybe not).