here's the saga of my sunglasses history. in 9th grade i found the perfect pair of sunglasses. they were the greatest. whenever they were on my face i felt alive, no one could bring me down. i wore them occasionally at soccer practice and even dubbed the name "j. wo". cool right? well, one of my sisters (who shall remain unnamed) stepped on them mere weeks after i got them. i was crushed. this will stand out as the worst day of my freshman year, perhaps my life. luckily i went back to the store in the mall and they still had them, so i bought two pair. a decent investment if you ask me. well time goes on, and i ended up losing the first pair and dropping the second. i went back to the store yet again, but this time they no longer had my favorite pair for sale. i bought three other pairs to serve my broken heart.
ever since this saga took place, i have been obsessed with sunglasses. i buy at least one pair every time i go shopping - sometimes two. or three. i was modest and only brought 6 of them to camp with me this summer. and sported them always. indoors, at night, pretty much anywhere but chapel (God's place). i had two favorites at camp this summer, one of which was stolen, broken, and feebly returned (again, unnamed), and the other was lost in the shuffle of packing. which friends, is the sole reason i was having camp withdrawals. juuuuuust kidding. but seriously.
to end this post i will honor your eyes with a fashion show of a few of my current collection. peace out.
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