As a child I was quick to criticise my parents ‘daggy’ habits – little did I realise I would slowly adopt all their ‘lame’ ways. I don’t know when or where it happened, but at some point I morphed into my oldies.
Yes, we all wore them as children but NEVER in my right mind did I foresee myself wearing these Velcro covered abominations as an adult. In reality, they are bloody comfy and they last a lifetime – no wonder our parents swore by them.
Available from any decent two-dollar store, these bad-boys keep your glasses from falling into oblivion. You are sure to be mistaken for a tourist with these hanging around your neck, but if it means you don’t lose that 3rd pair of Ray Bans then hell, cop the flak.
It’s called BABY blue for a reason and yet it would seem that all the pretty pastel colours of the rainbow now find themselves on my twenty-something body, regularly.
Caps, Skirts, Pants, Over-Shirts, you name it – I’m sporting it. Considering my mum had to wrestle me into this ridged, heavy fabric as a child I have definitely changed my tune. From cordu-wrong to cordu-right.