Bring Back The Cat
Four years ago, when I first started needing glasses for reading (yes, as it turns out your eyes really do fall out of your head when you turn 40), I decided that the oversized, nerd-chic, mannish heavy dark glasses that you see so much of (think Bobbi Brown) were for me. However, lately, I've changed my tune. I'm finding myself more and more drawn to cat-eye glasses.
I think that my inspiration for this is photographs of family members, mainly my grandmothers on either side of the family, wearing them in photos taken either before my time, or right around the time I was born. To me, cat-eye glasses look sort of unapologetically feminine, but strong; an ethos we can all get on board with.
However, it is tragically difficult to find cat-eye glasses that fit the bill for me. There are a lot of styles out there that are suggestive of a cat-eye, but very few designers seem to have the cojones to really go full-cat these days. As many choices as there are out there, I find it really difficult to find something that looks different from everything else on the shelf; to find something that has made the commitment to really own the design to the point of seeming intentional. Add to that I have a massively huge head with widely-spaced eyes, and these frames, which are manufactured pretty much exclusively for women, are often too small for me. That is one of my pet peeves in life really, that things made for women, from glasses to golf clubs, need to be smaller, lighter, and overall less substantial than those made for men. Oh, yes, and pink. Like those stupid razors that they overcharge us for in the drugstore.
This is one of those indispensable items that when I find a pair that works, I instantly shell out for them and wear them to the death. The death of the frames that is... not my own. Although I suppose you can't ever entirely rule-out that possibility either.