Halfway through packing up our room, I looked over at the pile of sunglasses on my bookshelf and uh … I thought I had two or three pairs. But no.
More like ten.
I don’t really break sunglasses. Or maybe I do, but I have so many pairs to begin with that I don’t notice.
No, that’s unlikely. I would notice.
That being said … my collection begins with a broken pair
I broke my sunglasses travelling through Thailand.
I coped for maybe two days? Until we reached the seaside town of Krabi and the sun and the sand and the glare? I lasted 2 minutes outside before I declared that we had to stop at the very first stall we came to in order to buy me a freaking pair of glasses.
Chanel inspired sunglasses by the ever fabulous Primark.
(a better shot here.)
This pair remind me of Super Duper by Karen Walker. Only $300 less.
I have banned myself from buying any more sunglasses.
I need to break a couple of pairs first.
P.s. Not a single pair have my prescription in them. Which means they are useless unless I’m wearing my contacts. Oy. I might have to buy a pair of those.
P.p.s. I also seem to suit most styles of sunglasses. This frustrates my baby sister. I even had aviators at one stage.