I remember the first pair of sunglasses I ever bought for myself. They were Chanel and about the size of a traditional pair of aviators, and yet I remember asking my friend Caroline if she thought they were "too big" for my face. It was a major purchase for a college student and I didn't want to buy something that I would never wear. Looking at the bug-eyed goggles that currently adorn my face, I laugh at my twenty year-old self. Perhaps it was moving to California that did it - the more sun the more surface area that needs protection - or perhaps I have just fallen pray to my love and adoration for Jackie O, for what Carrie did for Manolos Jackie did for shades. Either way, my obsession with sunglasses - the larger the better - knows no bounds. I can't just buy aviators, I need over-sized ones. Spectacles so I can see? "Do you have these in a larger size?" In fact, I am so adjusted to seeing my face covered in plastic, I now have the opposite reaction when I see my exposed cheek - are these "too small?"
This makes trends like the 90's reemergence of John Lennon circle lenses a bit difficult for my tinted-lenses loving self to adjust to. It is possible that I won't always be living in the 60's/70's and might one day prefer eye-wear that is a little less large. But it is also possible that my future has been laid out for me and that future is starting to look a lot like Iris Apfel. And if that's the case, then I welcome it with open arms. Open arms and a face covered in UV Protection.