Aviators?

Goodness me, Aviators?
Aviators??

I never said anything about Aviators. Someone did not translate my writing on the paper I write this blog on properly. Someone is getting fired.
ANNA!

"What shall we wear instead???"

It seems in my post on giant, obese, circular sunglasses attracted a lot of attention.
Namely, hoards of you have been asking the big question:
What shall we wear instead???

Children of the yak and Coco's arrows; do not despair. There are plenty of other sunglasses for you to wear. Somebody even mentioned "Chanel last season"...as if they were trying to prove that indeed large circular owl-glasses are chic. I point you to the words "last" and "season". It is now this season, and this is another thing entirely, hmm?

I know...it may be a pain, a great struggle, to remove those oversized circular sunglasses from your delicate heads, but it is do-able. Honestly. Uncle Karl never jokes. I am not tricking, hmmm?

Aviators are fine in moderation. Like food. But I don't eat so therefore my sunglasses are eternally chic. I bet you have to eat though.

Fashion Owls

So Victoria walks right into my office, hands on what remain of her hips with those big bug-eye glasses. Giant circular...things that take up most of her face making her look not so much like an insect as an owl that's had it's fat sucked out of it and all that remains is the bones. Her mouth is in a quizzical "O" and she appears to be attempting to frown. Apart from she can't frown so she gets her assistant (can you believe she only has one?!) to frown for her. I didn't quite catch what she was saying- and that's not the point of this post, hmm? Nobody really listens to Vicky anyway.

The point of this post is to tell all of you to dispose of your oversized circular sunglasses right now. It is demode, as you fashion people like to say. Throw them out. Melt them. Burn them. Lick them. Cook them. Just do not wear them. Please. Yes, I just said please.

I am that serious. So serious I'm saying please. I don't really mean please, but I hear that you humans like to hear things like that to do things. "Manners", you call them. Like commands.

You fashion owls you.