Or, what I’ve started calling ‘The Great Sunglasses Misplacement of 2013.”
In short: The nosepads on my beloved Oakleys have been falling off since the end of last semester, and once I’d had enough, I ordered a replacement kit online. However, said replacement kit arrived, yet didn’t seem to be the right one, and with the busy-ness of Christmas I set the glasses aside until I could get to our local Sunglass Hut or Oakley store. In the meantime, my running sunglasses would have been an excellent replacement, had I thought to use them. Nope…didn’t occur to me at all. Until, of course, two days before my trip to see Emily in Ohio. (Seven hours in the car driving west in the afternoon = sunglasses necessary!) Anyway, my running sunglass, which normally live in my closet with all my other running gear, managed to find themselves to the kitchen counter just DAYS before my trip. And then, POOF! They disappeared. Seriously. As in, turn-the-house-upside-down-TWICE-before-my-trip disappeared. If you know me, you know I don’t lose things. (I’m anal like that.)
Not to mention, (and dear Emily put this into words for me) that I like to have the right ‘gear’ for my activities. (Thankfully, so does she. I had been afraid I was the only one.) Basically, if I own something for a specific activity, say athletic sunglasses, and I am to participate in a sunglasses-needing athletic event, like hiking, and I forget/misplace/otherwise do not use said sunglasses, IT WILL DRIVE ME BONKERS TO NO END. Literally. I feel like I’ve wasted a perfectly good purchase. Even if my replacement (thank you, Emily, for having multiple pairs at the ready!) is fine, it still bothers me that I’m not using MINE.
I’m weird. I know.
ANYWAY… All that to say that I left my house sans running sunglasses, 45 minutes late and in a terrible huff. I held onto hope that they had somehow been hiding in the car or already packed in my luggage, but wasn’t going to hold my breath. And of course, not far into the drive, I had to improvise:
Yes, that is a folded-up piece of napkin under the bare nosepieces of my sunglasses. My mission on this trip: get Oakleys repaired, and if not, purchase another pair to get me home!
(To set your minds at ease–because I’m sure you’re all just on the edge of your seats–the Oakleys did not get repaired, but I scored a great deal with a totally random coupon I’d been carrying around on a cute rose-colored Nine West pair from the Sunglass Hut at Macy’s. Drive-home crisis averted.)
Look! New sunglasses:
And, just for your viewing pleasure, these are the infamous running sunglasses:
Andrew found them sitting on the floor of our barely-used office. I’m convinced I grabbed them to either pack or put away on a trip upstairs and must have detoured to the office to get something or put something away and must have set them down. I am WAY TOO YOUNG to be this absent-minded. WAY.
On another note: has anyone else noticed all three pairs of my sunglasses are rose/purple/pinkish? I really do see life through rose-colored glasses.