Yellow Shade
I'm living long enough to see the difference quality makes over time. I've paid for things several times over due to malfunction or deterioration, when I am sure I could have invested more up front. But blessed are those who have the foresight to invest at a time when the choice of Chipotle over ramen is a splurge.
As I returned from India dragging behind the cutest Diane von Furstenburg suitcase on a broken wheel, I was once again contemplating another repair or actually researching brands known for, I don't know, making luggage. Dubai is known for having some of the best customer service. While this particular brand may prove elusive to fix here, my choice has been made for me.
But I was pleasantly surprised to find that the one nice pair of sunglasses I ruined could be replaced with store credit. It was a frivolous purchase made while studying luxury markets in Italy a couple years ago. I wanted a piece of the authenticity. The model I sprang for broke easily, but they always repaired it, complimentarily. Me and my super glue sorcery got in the way this last time, and I begrudgingly brought them in and asked if there was anything that could be done. Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard.
Quality provides a guarantee. Shade provides protection. When thrown, it casts shadows on otherwise bright outlooks. Interesting how conditions and circumstances warrant its welcome.
Under the scorching sun, shade brings levity and reprieve. But under the critical eye, shade exacerbates insecurity. Linens, breathable cotton, sunnies, wide brims. Gossip, side eyes, disrespectful undertones, insincere grins.
Be picky with your time, friends, and clothes.
Tinted nuances are all just varying shades of yellow.