I had a pair of glasses similair to this in 1979. But they weren't red. And they didn't have white racing stripes. They probably ended up squashed in the backseat of a car. These are shiny. And new. And very very red. I don't call them sun glasses. I call them fun glasses. They're going with me to Lisbon.
There were other glasses in the rack. Glasses in which I appeared more attractive, but they won't make my sister smile as broadly as these will. And none of them made me laugh out loud like these did. I'm still considering whether the laugh-out-loud strategy of wardrobe and accessory selection is wise.
Have you read this book? Did you love it? I'm going to begin it tonight. I have very high hopes of being completely smitten.
Here was the site of the Summer Early Evening Nap . Today when I lay down, I confess to leaving on my fun glasses, but then I took them off. Easier to see the trees off in the distance and besides there's always all day tomorrow to wear them. And I don't want to wear off all the shininess before I get to Portugal do I?
I sewed up the pages of my travel journal. Click out right now if you don't want to scroll through 900 photos. I swear I will not hold it against you.
Red thread, red doily, red glasses.
Red pencil on the ledger page.
I have a crush on security envelopes. There happens to be 1 red one in here.