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November 27, 2012
My vision is seriously impaired. Not only do I suffer occasional bouts of label blindness, but 365 days a year I can’t see a damn thing from behind the rims of my one-and-only pair of Chanel sunglasses! I’m seriously thinking of getting rid of them… except they were such a great deal.
Two years ago, I bought this authentic pair of 1990s-era Chanel sunglasses for $15 at a yard sale. The smooth black frames and the noticeable-but-not-too-obnoxious interlocking C’s are chic and timeless. Unfortunately, the lenses are so dark I strain to make out shadowed objects on the brightest days of August. I wouldn’t dare drive in these glasses. There’s such as a thing as lenses being too dark (unless of course the wearer is facing a paparazzi mob – something I’ve never done – but I imagine these glasses would be an excellent choice for say, Bono or Lindsey Lohan).
My own reality equals Oregon. Which equals rain. Which equals dark, cloudy days.
Why do I own these sunglasses?
Maybe the downsizing gal who sold these to me at her yard sale was onto something. I have two pairs of sunglasses that are more useful.
Yet here I am, holding onto a pair of glasses I don’t need, wear, or can see out of. Am I really so label-blind that I must continue to keep them? The rational part of my mind says consign them to a re-sale shop. The collector in me insists on keeping them. Maybe the paparazzi are just a little slow finding me.
But seriously… what am I going to do? Sell or keep?
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