size does matter?
Here’s a topic: Big sunglasses. Yea, you. Who you do think you are? More importantly, who are you hiding from? Who are you trying to emulate, intimidate, impress, attract? I know they're 60's and all, but come on! Designers, stop trying to reinvent past fashions and let's get creative. I would wear a pear-shaped pair any day!
Okay. I said my piece.
Now, here's the story: Yesterday, after seriously considering my boyfriend's comment that I looked like a cop in my hip new grocery-store-pilfered aviators, I liberally threw them in the trash and went looking for yet another Just Right pair. I don't ask a lot. I just want a modest piece of any-color face-flattering plastic to protect my girly greens for the few hours minutes a day I'm actually in the sun, and I don't want to look like a wannabe Glamazon while doing so. After all, my shoes are Payless, my blouse is Target, and my pants have a half an inch rip right up the crotch (at least at the moment), and no, my everyday look isn't looking like I belong sunbathing in the French Riviera, sipping bellinis and pawing the pool boy for more 800-thread-count Egyptian cotton beach towels.
So, after wasting the majority of my lunch break trying on pair after pair, I came to the conclusion that there wasn't a single sunglass that didn't make me look like Charles Nelson Reilly. I surrender to the belief that everyone but me can pull off Audrey Hepburn chic - sorta.
So, who am I trying to impress? No one. I grabbed the smallest sunglasses at the drugstore I could find (And yea, you could argue that if I shopped somewhere besides a drugstore I could probably find a prettier pair).
But who am I jealous of? Well, fuck the sunglasses. I just want to be the lady who gets to sip a bellini on the French Riviera.
Okay. I said my piece.
Now, here's the story: Yesterday, after seriously considering my boyfriend's comment that I looked like a cop in my hip new grocery-store-pilfered aviators, I liberally threw them in the trash and went looking for yet another Just Right pair. I don't ask a lot. I just want a modest piece of any-color face-flattering plastic to protect my girly greens for the few hours minutes a day I'm actually in the sun, and I don't want to look like a wannabe Glamazon while doing so. After all, my shoes are Payless, my blouse is Target, and my pants have a half an inch rip right up the crotch (at least at the moment), and no, my everyday look isn't looking like I belong sunbathing in the French Riviera, sipping bellinis and pawing the pool boy for more 800-thread-count Egyptian cotton beach towels.
So, after wasting the majority of my lunch break trying on pair after pair, I came to the conclusion that there wasn't a single sunglass that didn't make me look like Charles Nelson Reilly. I surrender to the belief that everyone but me can pull off Audrey Hepburn chic - sorta.
So, who am I trying to impress? No one. I grabbed the smallest sunglasses at the drugstore I could find (And yea, you could argue that if I shopped somewhere besides a drugstore I could probably find a prettier pair).
But who am I jealous of? Well, fuck the sunglasses. I just want to be the lady who gets to sip a bellini on the French Riviera.
Those glasses look great!
Welcome back.
It's always nice to meet an old friend! ;)
Kisses for you!
And Ju, I have a lot to tell you especially! I just got back from Italy last month (saw Florence, Tuscany, Rome...etc.). Bellisimo! I had such a great time.
Your glasses looked good, you never have to conform to any dudes idea of what you should be wearing. I personally just had Cataract surgery so I wear the wrap around that they gave me. It's cool! As a young person (see http://www.flickr.com/photos/41905755@N00/2246 30545/) I never wore any protection, so it eventually caught up with me (http://www.flickr.com/photos/41905755@N00/226 207283/) Have fun, enjoy your life.
Love Old Jack