I loved these sunglasses and wore them all the time, everywhere.
Here.
These were the perfect sunglasses, the kind that make you feel glamourous and together even when you haven't washed your hair in two days, are wearing tatty yoga clothes and dropping groceries as you lug two kids around.
They had that kind of power.
And then this summer, on our vacation in BC, we took a friends Beaver plane to his lake tucked away in the mountains. And went for a swim. And yes, I was advised that I should take off my sunglasses but laughed and said they were part of my look. So of course, shortly after, I leaned my head back and down they went, to the bottom of a lake that is actually much deeper than it seems.
So I bought a new pair.
But I wasn't sure how I felt about them.
Until yesterday, when R& I went out to dinner and a house party, (all of which happened to be in part of town that reminded me of being an undergrad at UBC) and just as we were racing back to the babysitter, I realised that the sunglasses that I thought were in my purse were gone....
But despite R skepticism, when we went back to the dive we'd had some pre-party drinks at, they were there. So I think's its a good sign...
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