However, now that I am no longer a scenester and have more in common with Bea Arthur than with St-Laurent, Pistol going, "I'm-in-the-Industry" designers, I truly NEED eye protection. I can spot my crows' feet from across the room: this is indeed a problem. Nay, an emergency.
This isn't breaking news or anything, but I love sunglasses. I've had all kinds of them... from the Dollar Store pair with the flaw in the lens that made me baby puke in my mouth; to the Gucci pair that I subsequently smashed under the influence and claimed to ' not give a shit about $300 glasses'; to the sand scratched Ralph Lauren ones that were abandoned somewhere on a TGV in France; to the neat yellow rimmed aviators from Urban that I LOVED but broke, also under the influence. I am a bit of a sunglass whore.Mulberry 2008
So my friend Caroline was going to retail heaven (Florida) and promised to find me a pair of aviator sunglasses. And she did. And I brought them home. And a certain 2 year old found them. And you can guess what happened.
So the hunt continues. There have been some promising ebay spots, alas the evil controlling husband has put a halt on the ebay 'must have' purchases. I'm really debating between the Aviator and the Wayfarer. I love them both for so many different reasons. That's apparently what they say about children, so it must be applicable to sunglasses.....no?
Maybe now that I am a mature adult mother who doesn't get black out drunk 3x/week... maybe now I can responsibly own and care for a real pair of glasses?