What an odd dream.
So, I ordered a new pair of sunglasses last week, and I'm patiently waiting for them to arrive. The old ones were destroyed by a kitten about a year ago, along with my blinds, several CD cases, tube of Neosporin, and a bottle of KY, and it's been a year of being indecisive about just what I want. But I digress...
So, last night in my dream they arrive. Yay! So I take them out of the box, and they are not what I expected. They are a cross between those sunglasses with the frame just on the top, and the bottom just the lens, and the old school ass Oakley's we wore in the early 90's. That's the royal we, not the proper we-including-I, by the way. Meh, ok, yeah I had a pair... Every cyclist in the early 90's did. At least mine weren't bright fluorescent pink or purple or green. Ok, they were. But still, that was the shit back then. Ok, only sort of, but still, it was friggin' 1991. But, once again, I digress.
So I put them on anyway, and look at myself in the mirror, and was instantly horrified. I swear to Christ I looked like Jon friggin' Bon Jovi. With the mass amount of frizzed up, permed hair, the bad early 90's glasses that even faded from dark on top to not-so-dark on the bottom, I may even have been wearing some sort of leather-ish vest, but the attention was all focused on the horror that was my hair and sunglasses combo.
Now, my hair is getting long, but I was honestly so petrified at this sight, I actually woke up in a cold sweat an hour before my alarm went off.
Strange... Very strange....
So, I ordered a new pair of sunglasses last week, and I'm patiently waiting for them to arrive. The old ones were destroyed by a kitten about a year ago, along with my blinds, several CD cases, tube of Neosporin, and a bottle of KY, and it's been a year of being indecisive about just what I want. But I digress...
So, last night in my dream they arrive. Yay! So I take them out of the box, and they are not what I expected. They are a cross between those sunglasses with the frame just on the top, and the bottom just the lens, and the old school ass Oakley's we wore in the early 90's. That's the royal we, not the proper we-including-I, by the way. Meh, ok, yeah I had a pair... Every cyclist in the early 90's did. At least mine weren't bright fluorescent pink or purple or green. Ok, they were. But still, that was the shit back then. Ok, only sort of, but still, it was friggin' 1991. But, once again, I digress.
So I put them on anyway, and look at myself in the mirror, and was instantly horrified. I swear to Christ I looked like Jon friggin' Bon Jovi. With the mass amount of frizzed up, permed hair, the bad early 90's glasses that even faded from dark on top to not-so-dark on the bottom, I may even have been wearing some sort of leather-ish vest, but the attention was all focused on the horror that was my hair and sunglasses combo.
Now, my hair is getting long, but I was honestly so petrified at this sight, I actually woke up in a cold sweat an hour before my alarm went off.
Strange... Very strange....
I'm sure some day the females of today will look back at photos of themselves in the currently popular "rehab hag" sunglasses made famous by pop tarts Lohan, Hilton and Spears and have the same horrifying dreams to show for it.
Fashion is a evil entity isn't it?