Not exact matches
It is accented with two different kinds
of beads: rose - colored
cat -
eye chips and
glass seed beads.
Save for jewelry and a few accessories (at Blast From The Past, for example, I once saw a pair
of metal frame 1950s
cat's
eye glasses and a circa 1950s umbrella), I've not encountered any such pieces yet, but I continue to hold out hope that one day I will.
I chose three classic shapes (
cat -
eye, aviators, and oversized round
glasses) and used a glue gun to adhere a variety
of decorative pieces.
I wondered if the
cat eye frames would even look good on me so I uploaded a picture
of myself in the «Try On» button at the top toolbar
of the selected
glasses screen and after I uploaded my own face from my computer I found that the «
cat eye» frames were not me at all.
I was most definitely that 14 - year - old growing up who did not want
glasses that blended in, but rather was all for showing off my lack
of 20 - 20 vision with some dark,
cat eye frames.
I love the bright yellow colour
of that Minimal Wrap Skirt from Asos, the Dynamite graphic tee and those
cat -
eye glasses - and I really love the photos
of you posing like one
of the models - I'm sure you looked much better than the models - you looked fabulous!
I always think
of Audrey Hepburn in «Breakfast At Tiffany's,» with her classic slightly
cat eye glasses and how eternally stylish they are, not to mention how they make any outfit look pulled together.
I love
cat eye glasses of all sorts!
The visibility is great thanks to plenty
of glass all over its body, and the LED lights look like a
cat's
eye.
It's hard not to miss Ella's — the large front windows
of the cathouse are filled with tree houses offering
cat -
eye views on either side
of the
glass.
Here are people, landscapes, and odd little moments in and around Eggleston's hometown
of Memphis — an anonymous woman in a loudly patterned dress and
cat's
eye glasses sitting, left leg slightly raised, on an equally loud outdoor sofa; a coal - fired barbecue shooting up flames, framed by a shiny silver tricycle, the curves
of a gleaming black car fender, and someone's torso; a tiny, gray - haired lady in a faded, flowered housecoat, standing expectant, and dwarfed in the huge dark doorway
of a mint - green room whose only visible furniture is a shaded lamp on an end table.
Mice nervously skitter into view, then pop back; a
cat slinks through the cluttered studio, its
eyes a swarming, phosphorescent white; the
eyes of an animal smolder beyond the studio's sliding
glass door.