Throwin' Shade.

This is the story of how I got my amazing sunglasses.

I had a pair of funky Target sunglasses and I was in love with them. They went everywhere with me. They were $5 Rayban knock-offs with this weird zebra printing and they were phenomenal.

I went home one weekend and my brother was home from college. He asked me if I wanted a pair of aviator sunglasses. Apparently a friend of his gave them to him but then he found out they were women's glasses so he was paying them forward.

I was hesitant to take them, as I was already in a committed relationship with my Target glasses, but who am I to refuse anything that's free? So I took them and they languished in my room for a few months.

My Target glasses eventually reached the end of their journey (I'm pretty sure I sat on them). In Texas summers, sunglasses are a necessity. I dug up the glasses my brother gave me and wore them around.

Then, one fateful day, I was out shopping with one of my gays when he suddenly let out a gay gasp.

"Are those......Chanel aviators?!?!?!?!?!" he asked, clutching his chest.

I took them off, and sure enough there was "CHANEL" imprinted on the frames.

"Of course they are! What do you take me for?" I replied. I probably gave a hair flip for good measure.

And I have worn them ever since.