Readers, today is a sad day. My good friend and sunglasses of many years are sadly no more after my parent's dog decided to use them as a chew toy (animal lovers: the dog is fine, you can breathe a sigh of relief - dachshunds apparently have digestive systems on par with goats). My glasses and I first met at a Boots in Glasgow in the Spring of 2001. I wouldn't really say it was love at first sight - they were actually one of three pairs I bought that day. Jeez I realize how sick that sounds as I write it and I can only think there must have been some sort of deal for buying that many sunglasses. I promise you that I don't usually buy more than one pair of shades a season. [Actually, after initially writing this, I ended up selling three pair of sunglasses to a young lady this week. She said she was stocking up for the summer because she inevitably will loose or sit on a pair. I guess I don't feel so bad now.] Given the fact that these glasses are almost always in my purse or on my person, I was really surprised at the lack of pictures I had in the archives of them in use. Here are a few shots I managed to dig up - memories of the happy days:
Moments after the attack. I am going to look into replacing the lenses, but I fear that the money it will cost just won't be worth it.
At the beach with my cousin, the lovely Miss C.
Palm Spring last year (more pictures here)
At Coachella this year with T. and F. (note the glasses at my neck - I much prefer to keep them here when they are not in use as opposed to on my head)
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