The curse of the Céline sunglasses

This can only happen to me again. Where to start without getting a grumpy attack? I bought a Céline sunglasses online. Or actually, I bought three, because I hate shopping for glasses online and can never choose. How do you know if something suits your face? So hatsakee, three in my cart. A brown pair, a crazy ‘yolo’ yellow one, and a transparent/white one. At home, I would see which one looked best. Just for your information: it was Sunday, July 22.

After six weeks of waiting (again, this can only happen to me), I wondered what the heck those glasses actually were. It turned out something went wrong with the delivery. All very unfortunate, a thousand apologies. They had been at my door, but I wasn't home and the postman had ‘forgotten’ to leave a note in the mailbox. Dude, you had one job. Anyway, my poor darlings had been waiting for weeks in the mail sorting room, after which they ultimately went back to the shipping place dusty, forgotten, and neglected.

If we could make a new appointment. Well, please, only if those glasses could be shot my way with a cruise missile, because for crying out loud, it's already autumn. Two weeks later, the glasses were delivered for the second time. I try them on one by one and while looking in the mirror, I think: oh help. The yellow and white ones are way too big, the brown one is way too small, and pretty much all three models just don't suit my face.

Then came the return horror. They need to go back. I thought that two weeks ago. I thought that again last week. I thought that AGAIN last night. Shit, Kiek, set priorities, print that complicated return form already (that's where it goes wrong, huh, very annoying when webshops do that). I already felt it was going to be a mess when I went to my online order yesterday. ‘Items can be returned within 14 days’. Swallow.

Hi, I'm Kiek. I. Have. Spent. A. Fortune. On. Three. Pairs. Of. Sunglasses. That. I. Had. To. Wait. Two. Months. For. That. I. Don't. Like. And. Now. They. Can't. Be. Returned. Due. To. My. Own. Fault.

P.S.: Anyone need a new pair of glasses? Call me. I'm cursed. HELP.

P.P.S.: With this favorite pair of glasses I am still very happy, Céline, it's not your fault.