For some it is shoes, for some it is bags, for some it is nail polish. For me, my girly girl addiction is sunglasses, hands down. I have no restraint. They are the Achilles Heel, the chink in the armor, the leak in my barge. I cannot resist the alluring pull of glamorous shades.
I hit up the glorious spinning racks at every store, supermarket, street shop, and gas station. I twirl the racks and have to try on at least three pair--at least. My mom always tells me I have one of those faces that just works with any pair of glasses. I can make them work. From Elton John to Lady Ga Ga styled frames, I will own it. Not that I would ever purchase anything too Willy Wonka, but honestly I have at least tried on the gamut when it comes to shades of every shape and color.
Lately though, I am incontestably gravitating to a more classic look. I love a good, solid cat-eyed Ray Ban style. Sadly, all of the pairs I was finding online were killing me with their prices. I mean, I am not about to fork over $190 bucks for the "real thing." So what is a girl to do? Bide my time, that's what.
In my mind's eye I could picture, with great detail, the exact pair of shades I was looking for. I could see the frame size, the style, and the shape. I knew, right down to the rivets, what I wanted. That way, when I went shopping I could try on frame after frame. Confidently I could pick them up, put them on, shake my head, and put them back while simply saying: "These are just not what I am looking for." Some were close, tantalizingly close, but just not quite there.
Finally, after ages of searching, there they were. THE pair I was looking for. They were black and white. Very classic cat eye. I loved them and for only $12 I was all over it. I found them back in February. Then it was like suddenly they were everywhere. The pair I was looking for kept showing up in stores and I was in sunglasses heaven. I had to practice so much restraint to just be happy with the pair I already had.
Then, just a week ago, my mother and I visited a store and they had not one, not two, but three amazing pairs of sunglasses on clearance. Like $3 on sale clearance. I snatched them up and took them straight to the register. See, waiting paid off--sort of. And obviously I have an addiction.