It is recommended that you hum the relevant 80's song while reading this post.
A short while back, I decided to "investigate" getting a good pair of sunglasses. This involved me asking numerous friends what sunglasses they wore, putting a query out on the moms group list-serve, and then reading various reviews of different sunglasses recommended for triathlons. For a few nights, I would glance up from my laptop and share significant findings with the Big Giraffe who by the end didn't even pretend he was paying attention. I believe at one point he said something to the effect of "Enough with the sunglasses. Just get them."
The problem was that I've always been an owner of gas station quality sunglasses. The lenses popped out, and the frames tended to be slightly askew. Sometimes a lot more that slightly. Last year, I paid a bit more and was much happier with my sunglasses, but I still had issues with them not fitting right and the lenses popping out; this would be particularly bad if this happened during the biking portion of my triathlon. I have enough issues without adding sudden blindness to the equation.
Today I took the plunge and went and got a pair of Sunglasses. Sally HP came with me and assured me that they looked fine. She even put a very different pair of sunglasses for comparison. She pointed out that my pair looked normal, while the pair that she had grabbed were probably fine for racing but would make you look like a tool as soon as the race was over. The salesman laughed causing Sally to later wonder if perhaps he had owned a pair of those sunglasses.
When the Big Giraffe came home tonight, after warning my older son (OS) not to touch my sunglasses or their case, I went and put on my new sunglasses. I was then wearing my sunglasses at night, hence the title of this post. I turned around so he could see them all excited about my new purchase. He started laughing. I had an immediate flashback to Sally's tool comment. Great, my first pair of good sunglasses and I looked like...to continue using 80s terms...a complete dweeb. The Big Giraffe suggested I look at our older son (OS) because apparently my new sunglasses had impaired my vision. What?! All afternoon I had been enjoying the fact that I could see really well! What hadn't I seen? Apparently, OS had unbeknownst to me grabbed the case and was playing with it.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Reverse psychology may be a good thing.
I'm over at New England Mamas today talking about a little confession of mine.
Congrats on your first pair of grown up sunglasses! I also used to get cheap sunglasses for quite some time. Although it was just more practical for me cash-wise since I kept losing them. Now I've had some "expensive" ones for several years that I got free when my hubby bought some Ray-Bans...and I haven't lost them yet. Of course now that I wrote that they'll disappear.
I maintain that the glasses look fabulous on you. Believe me, I was offering an honest opinion since you'll be wearing them around me, and if you look like a tool, I will too. Guilty by association.:)
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Congrats on your first pair of grown up sunglasses! I also used to get cheap sunglasses for quite some time. Although it was just more practical for me cash-wise since I kept losing them. Now I've had some "expensive" ones for several years that I got free when my hubby bought some Ray-Bans...and I haven't lost them yet. Of course now that I wrote that they'll disappear.