Sunglasses
First my favourite handbag, then my sunglasses broke - they were quite old, I suppose, and well-abused. When we had builders over, I leaned forward to look at the work they were doing, and they fell off my head, and into wet cement. While doing the gardening, I managed to accidentally bury them once, too. Possibly, after a life of abject maltreatment, they committed suicide; while I was out walking last week, they fell off my head and one of the arms snapped.
Finding a suitable replacement was not as simple as I thought it would be. The Dior ones had ridiculously large logos. I am not averse to a bit of low-key logo action, but if the logo can be read from 100 metres away, you know you have taken up permanent residence in Vulgarity Lane. Wearing obvious logos makes me feel like a walking billboard; if the designers want to thus advertise their product, then they should be paying me. The one pair that looked slightly reasonable, had ‘Dior’ spelled out in diamantes on the arms. Yuck.
Additionally, almost all of the current sunglass ranges are the ubiquitous, over-sized, wrap-around types that remind one simultaneously of two common house-hold pests.
4 comments:
You really do look lovely Mrs Smith.
Anonymous - go sit on the naughty mat for a while until your head clears.
I have had the same pair of sunnies for four years now.
Not out of poverty, but failure to find a suitable replacement.
The "fly's eyes" are dreadful, unless you have a really skinny face like Paris' and then they look kind of groovy as they are totally OTT.
I've had the same pair of sunnies for the last two years, which is a record for me, because whenever I buy sunnies for more than $150 I either lose them or break them in the first 2 - 3 months.
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