Sunglassses, how I covet thee

On my way home from Australia I spent a good 7 hours in Singapore Airport. I had run out of money and had $2 Singapore dollars to my name (which I spent on a Dunkin Donut…only $1.70). I tried to sleep in the quiet napping area but was repeatedly woken by cleaners banging their metal dust pans next to my lounger. In the end I walked and walked and then nosed in the expensive boutique shops. Places like Burberry, Bvlgari and Hermes. Feeling slightly like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman I hastily left these shops knowing that I wasn’t looking my best after a 8 hour flight with no sleep and no make-up on. Plus I had my j-neck cushion bouncing off my hand luggage which made me feel like I was a refugee from a festival.

I walked over the The Sunglass Hut. I have a thing for sunglasses, forever on the hunt for the perfect pair and what I saw in the shop made me reach for my maxed out credit card before checking myself and putting my hands away from the plastic.

These were my favourites:

Ziegfeld Collection at Tiffany & Co, Aviator Sunglasses

Tiffany & Co Locks Cat Eye Sunglasses

Miu Miu MU 50OS Sunglasses

The Miu Miu sunglasses looked so good on it was hard to have to tell the sales assistant that I was only “browsing”. Her smile was so sad that I heeled it out of there fast to prevent any further pitying looks. As much as I loved how they looked I just could not justify spending that amount when I know I will do the stupid thing of leaving them out of their case, hanging around in my handbag where, I don’t know, a rouge nail file could come into contact and create a lovely hazy effect on the lenses (I’m so so sorry my Michael Kors sunnies I didn’t see the threat until too late).

So until I know I can be trusted to treat them with the care they deserve I must only admire them from afar and on this page.