Designer Shades

I never cared much for designer sunglasses. I mean, I thought they were cool, and would love to have them, but I could never bring myself to spending the money on them. Instead I would settle for the cheaper knock off versions, knowing I would scratch the hell out of the lenses, break off the arms, lose the screws and eventually forget them somewhere anyway. Last year I decided I was old enough to take on the responsibility of having a nice pair of sunglasses and realized that maybe I let my former sunglasses engage in such battle wounds because I always saw them as easy causalities. I figured they were cheap to begin with so who cares. Terrible on my part, I know. Anyhow, I got the idea in my mind that I wanted designer sunglasses and when I get an idea in my head I basically obsess about it until I get it or accomplish it. It’s part of the whole ‘type A’ personality thing. At times it can be ridiculous and exhausting but for the most part I’m left with a feeling a satisfaction. I run off the whole ‘goal must be achieved’ notion. Wow, that digression was rather deviated wasn’t it?

Back to the sunglasses. I went to the sunglass store last spring and made the big step to purchase my very first pair of designer sunglasses. They were brown (actually I think they call the color tortoise) Dolce and Gabana’s. Very glam. Loved them. I should have been satisfied, right? Wrong. Instead I just wanted more. I wanted a cool, funky pair and a trendy pair and a sporty pair. Naturally I became obsessed with checking out designs, colors, brands – imagining which ones I would buy if I had a money tree in my back yard. This built up for about a month and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get myself another pair. This time they would be Red framed Ray Ban Wayfarers. Shit they are cool. I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Instead of getting them from the sunglass store, I went to my optometrist and they ordered them for me for considerably less cash.

I’ve let my sunglass obsession brew for a few months now and it’s almost to the point where I can’t take it anymore. I have the next pair in sight. I know what I want. I dream about these sunglasses. Honestly. Giant pairs of them chase me in my dreams screaming, “buy me, try me on, we’ll look so good on you.” I think it’s time to give in again. This time I want silver Ray Ban Aviators. The small ones. The big lenses make me look like a cricket or something. I don’t know. I think I have a small face.

Anyway, I found a sunglass store outlet and hopefully I can pick them up at a decent discount. To go along with the sunglasses I plan on picking up a black bikini then setting myself down on the beach in Maui. Yes Aviator sunglasses, you do look good on me.