Mr. Sun has Risen

I love my father, I really do, but he has had the same style of sunglasses since the 80's. I can't ever remember seeing him in another style. I know they broke occasionally. So apparently, he bought them in bulk. I used to moan and groan and tease him about those sunglasses that I considered ridiculous. Until a few months ago, when suddenly aviator sunglasses were back in style along with bomber jackets. Before I knew it, I found myself swiping my dad's sunglasses behind his back. Not only were they stylin' but they were vintage, so much the better. There is nothing more fun than authenticity. Then, to my dismay my father discovered where exactly his sunglasses had disappeared to. I became the victim of the jokes and I found myself without my newfound shield from the sun. Fortunately, poetic justice is alive and kicking because his glasses broke within a week. As it turns out they were his last pair. Tragic. But it certainly proves that fashion does run in 20 year cycles. I don't think I am ever going to get rid of anything ever again. It is all going in boxes to be stored in the garage. With any luck, by the time I'm fifty, I'll save a bundle on clothes or at least accessories.