Yawn, stretch

Ouch. Coming back from an A+ holiday stinks. There are times when a great holiday is just what you need to get a kick start on everyday life, but this time I’m stuck wanting more, more, MORE! For the first time in a while, it’s not for more stuff, rather the energy of a vibrant city, the wonder of a new place, all the secrets waiting to be told and shared.

One of my recent lessons learned while vacationing is the necessity of toting sunglasses when out for a night on the town. When night turns into morning turns into afternoon, discovering you left your shades at home faced with the blaring early morning sun (or in many cases, mid-day) and many party-haggard faces, a harsh reality descends. Call me naive, but it was only recently that I began caring about shades -thanks Oprah.

For years I’ve been wearing Ditas; it started when I was fifteen, working in a boutique where the staff discount made these the only decent sunglasses within my price range, so it was a practical move. I was lucky to have discovered them then since through all the years that have passed, they have treated me well. They are solid as hell, made in Japan, and the cases are resistant to repeated sit-ons. Nevertheless, I had been blind to the amazing powers sunglasses hold and generously bestow upon the wearer. In any case, I was fortunate to have learned the teachings of Dita a decade ago and also to have learned repeatedly the utter necessity of this important accessory when partying in the great city of Berlin. Although I’m increasingly resisting consumption, I think it’s time for a new set of Ditas (Bullet in Caramel) to pair with the fresh eyes I’ve come home with.