“Warby Parker was founded with a rebellious spirit and a lofty objective…” – Warby Parker: Our Story
I’ve been asked a number of times where I got my frames:
The glasses are courtesy of Warby Parker. A socially conscious eyeglass company similar to Toms shoes: You buy a pair and they provide a pair of glasses to someone in need. That is what initially attracted me to the company as a bleeding-heart liberal who likes to do good in hopes of giving others a chance. I chose the Roosevelt style. Picked because they were ordered during the great Debt Ceiling debate during which congress seriously contemplated drastic changes to entitlement programs like Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid. Warby Parker has a great try-on program where you can choose five styles and test them out for five days. I was hemming and hawing and settled on the Roosevelt because it seemed like a sign: Congress trying to dismantle Social Security while state governments tried to get rid of collective bargaining under the guise of budget cuts. Since FDR helped make Social Security and the Wagner Act happen I figured that I should go ahead and get his namesake frames.
And WOW I am a total dork but whatever. I have cute glasses.
Twitter is convinced that I look hot in these glasses and I’m totally gonna get laid. Fingers crossed, y’all.
Courtesy of Missoni Day
“But I had one last-ditch strategy: I approached the lady whose cart was the fullest and very, very urgently asked her if she would be willing — maybe, please? — to sacrifice two of the several black and white Famiglia Wavy hand towels that I could see right there on top of her cart full of stuff. She looked at me as if I had requested a kidney…” – DG Strong Salon.com
I get it: You either really enjoyed Missoni Day – as that is all it turned out to be – at Target or you wanted to burn down the closest store and all of the chevrony/Cosby-esque goodness. I, personally, was quite taken by the frenzy and how the frenzy barely reached the edges of Upstate New York. When I mentioned to a colleague that I would be taking an early lunch because it’s Missoni Day! She was all “what’s a Missoni?” and then I wept for humanity. It reminds me of an aquaintance who was set on getting some luxury item while in we were in Vegas. We ended up wandering around the shops at the Bellagio for a bit and happened upon Hermes.
“OOH!” she exclaimed, “A her-mees (yes, that’s exactly how she mispronounced it)! We must stop in!” And then I died a little on the inside. Though I can’t afford a perfectly plush silk scarf at least I can pronounce that shit.
But I digress: Missoni Day. I got to the Target across the street from my office and the place was empty save for the normal moms with babes. I shrugged and perused the collection. I knew it was a sign from God when the display shoes of the ballet flats were a size 11. So I purchased those.
Cute, right?
I also bought a set of nesting bowls that are going to look phenomenal on the wood table I just purchased for my kitchen. They’re also going to be perfect as it is almost apple picking time. Can you imagine that big bowl full of red delicious apples? I cannot wait.
In the end was it fun? Yes. It gave a sense of thrill to an otherwise boring Tuesday and given that a normal run to Target involves Neutrogena and maybe new athletic socks if I’m lucky, it was a bit of excitement. Was it worth the absolute hysteria and frenzy and OHMYGOD I WILL SHANK YOU IF MY TOUCH MY FABULOUS INFINITY SCARF? Uh, no.
Semi-related: Here my friend Holly reenacts Missoni Day 2011. She’s a funny one.