I have always been a big collector of sunglasses. In my early 20s, I had at least 20 pair in all different shapes and colors including a very '80s pair of turquoise and black.
When I found these Coach aviators a few years ago, I immediately fell in love with them.
I had highlights in my hair at the time, and a friend told me that these golden brown beauties matched my highlights. These have been through the wringer. They are cracked, and I finally lost one of the little screws and couldn't find a replacement. Hence the thread holding them together. I just couldn't let go of them even though I knew I would look like a freak if I wore them like this.
The problem is, I tend to give inanimate objects a lot of credit for supplying me with comfort. I held onto the same blanket for years as a kid-just ask my mom. Moving this year was a feat of throw it away and don't pack it.
But sunglasses become a part of our soul. We hide behind them. We view the world from their protection, and these protected me a lot. But this year has been all about change for me, kind of....
I went to the store fully intending to replace this pair with another pair of Coach aviators. But guess what; they didn't have any in the store. My first thought was to walk out of the store without a new pair, but then I spied these.
And I left the store without looking back.
I love how the tiny c's are hidden on the inside. Much prettier than those ugly old aviators. What was I thinking? I'm getting so good at letting go. I even threw some shoes away this week. Okay, it was just one pair of boots. And they were completely worn out. But I did throw them away.