Adventures in Time and Fashion

I recently had a customer come in to work looking for glasses. Not just any glasses though - she was kind of unimpressed by our (quite large) selection, but was a bit shy about asking for what she wanted. Turns out she's a Whovian. Turns out what she was looking for were David Tennant glasses. These glasses:

Yeah, you know you're cool, Ten.

The best part (aside from running into another Whovian, of course)? We were actually able to find some glasses that were pretty darn close. So, for the benefit of other Whovians out there who may want to imitate the Doctor, here are some options for you. Even if your local optical doesn't stock these lines, they're more than likely available somewhere online. (Can't help you get the right measurements though. Good luck there.)

First, we have Playlist by Smith Optics:

Probably the closest match of any I've seen, and if you're not familiar with Smith, you should get to know them - they make excellent frames.

(Oh my gosh, it just occurred to me: SMITH. Like John Smith...oh never mind.)

Next up, from Kate Spade, we have Regine:

Overall, a very similar shape and size, it has softened lines and is not quite so deep in the outer corners for a more feminine look.

Lastly, Jonah from Lilly Pulitzer:

These are a little smaller than the other two frames and the lines are a little more rounded, but it does have the advantage of coming in TARDIS blue...or as close as you're likely to get.

So there you go, fellow Whovians. Go forth and imitate our dear Doctor. ;)

I Like this Trend. Let's Keep Doing This.

So recently I keep dreaming about hot British men. No, that should probably be trademarked: Hot British Men TM. Definitely capitalized, at least. And no, not those kinds of dreams. Sheesh.

The first time, this guy showed up:

I saved him after a pirate captain made him walk the plank, by calling upon my selkie kinfolk. Yeah. I don't know either, but it was all kinds of entertaining. Pirates! Regency/Napoleonic war-era naval uniforms! Hiddleston in a wet shirt, fighting pirates!

The next time, it was this gentleman:

Which at least makes sense, since I've recently become converted/addicted to Doctor Who, and just finished watching all six seasons currently available on Netflix (thanks Netflix!). In this dream, Tennant (not the Doctor, it was David Tennant) was in the TARDIS, flying along traffic on either Rt. 7 in Virginia or Hwy 40 in Utah - probably both combined. He was very anxious to find something that had been lost, but I was unable to help. Abject failure on my part.

Then, a few nights later, this man made an appearance:

I met him at an estate-turned-bike shop located at the bottom of Provo Canyon, after I biked down the canyon to get there (so, obviously this is pure and total fiction). We had tea and a lovely chat. I woke to the thought that I really must start biking regularly so I can make it down the canyon to meet him for real (clearly, I was not remotely awake yet when thinking this).

All in all, I could get used to this trend. Carry on, Brain, carry on.