Showing posts with label glasses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glasses. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

see through


Sort of been living in this simple uniform of a sheer tank and cropped pants with an army shirt over the top for the cooler mornings (yes, autumn is coming!).   I don't usually do sheer, but this feels somehow safe in spite of the translucency.  It's a question of balance I think.  As usual in my outfit posts, a lot of these items are from years gone by and no longer available, but here are the details for the ones that are and some alternatives for the ones that aren't...

Monday, November 19, 2012

barton perreira

I may be predisposed to like any brand that has Giovanni Ribisi is its style ambassador, but that's not the only reason I'm obsessing over Barton Perreira eyewear these days.  I recently went to Optica Toscana in Madrid (a real treat, for any of you here in town you should absolutely check them out) and they introduced me to the brand.  That's where I fell in love with the Kelley.
I tried them on in the gorgeous Dark Walnut color, but when I saw this merlot online I just about died.  How beautiful are those?  A more neutral color might be more practical, but I'm somehow now convinced I need many many many pairs of glasses, in many many colors.

Check out some more stellar Barton Perreira frames (plus a bonus video) ...

Monday, October 17, 2011

blood sucker

Last night our bedroom was invaded by an Evil Mosquito.  She tortured us all night long, with her buzzing, blood-sucking, poison-injecting ways.  At some point I looked over at husband, who had covered his entire face with the blanket, and I worried that he might suffocate to death, but my primary concern was still surviving the night myself.  Eventually I got up and turned the living room light on in the hopes that she would go to the light like a lost soul, and I think it may have worked because I did get a few hours' sleep towards dawn.  But when I woke up, my right eye was swollen shut.  Seriously, why would she bother?  I mean, how much blood can there even be in an eyelid?  Got up, looked in the mirror, and a monster stared back at me.  Not much I could do at that point except whine and complain, take some benadryl, and put on some fabulous sunglasses to hide behind.  Thank goodness I have these:


Rag & Bone vespa sunglasses, in a beautiful subtle green, available at Twigs for 50% off the original price.  (Again with the good shopping in Madison, what's up with that?).


Hideous bulbous eyelid concealed.  Now I just have to go take a nap from all that Bendaryl.