After twenty one blissful years of a sunglass-free existence, my brother reprimanded me for my unprotected UV-ray ways and told me that one of the worst things I could do for my blue eyes was to go without sunglasses.So I fell for a pair of Ray-Bans
—retro wayfarer style, tortoiseshell frames, gradient auburn lenses—and my parents splurged for a belated birthday gift at the Soho Bloomingdales. For three months, these perfect retro shades accompanied me to all of my sunny early morning classes, saw me through many indian summer afternoons, and shielded my eyes during the first home football game.After an entire week of rain, we had the good fortune of having a sunny Saturday for our homecoming game. I searched my room, my car, my life and and my beloved sunglasses were no where to be found. I had grown much more attached than I realized, and now I have no idea what to do.
Should I hope they turn up? Should I buy another pair? Should I opt for something different?
