Before I begin, I should mention a few things that are relevant:
1) I am cheap. I do not easily part with hard-earned money.
2) I am even more reluctant to spend money on myself. I come from generations of female martyrs.
3) An expensive luxury item???? For myself???? Are you insane???
Introducing:
Replacing:
If these are looking like Walgreen’s clip-ons over a pair of specs, then the sparkle isn’t masking reality.
The new shades (GUCCI for cryin’ out loud!) were purchased in the morning on the day I was told of my lay-off/transition to a new job. And what I love is that my reaction (when I was told), for just a flicker, was “at least I’ll be looking stylish in my new shades”. Whoo-wah for me! Every now and then, we just gotta shake it and know we’re worth it.
This pair of sunglasses cost more than what I’d spent on all prior shades combined. Because I’m an engineer, I’m frugal, and I’m practical: it is worth mentioning that they are great! They fit close to my face so I’m squint-free. The tint is light enough that I can wear them inside without looking like I need a white cane. They fit well-enough that I can wear them like a head-band when I’m shopping (I’ve lost 2 pairs of Rx shades in stores!! Stolen within minutes of realizing they were no longer tucked in my collar). Ok. Nuff about shades.
But you fail to mention the slight distortion of color messing with your ability to whip out slug bug colors with total accuracy.
color-calling is a function of relativity. I’ve embraced my altered reality.