The Accidental Collector

I am very much a collector at heart, so you would be forgiven for questioning that title, but here’s the thing: the accident is the what not the why. Some collections are intentional; methodically planned, sought, assembled. Other collections just … sorta … happen. Sometimes, it happens because you find one cool thing and decide that you like it and want to find more to keep it company. Sometimes, it happens because you find and buy a bunch of what seem like random one-offs until, one day, you realize that you’ve got yourself a collection.

It’s no secret that I love accessories, but not all accessories are born equal. Take sunglasses, for example. I’ve never been a sunglasses girlie. To me, they’re functional objects first, decorative ones a very distant second. I don’t like spending money on them. [It might be ass-backwards, but my brain believes in splurging on things it finds beautiful, and saving money on function.] My eyes are very sensitive to light, so sunglasses are a necessity, but I’ve never given them a lot of thought.

So, tell me, then, why I’ve now got a collection of nearly a dozen sunglasses?

One word: thrifting.

What else? Thrifting can make a collector out of pretty much anyone who is dedicated to the hunt, never mind those of us with a predisposition towards collecting. In my case, sunglasseses are far from the only ‘accidental’ collection I started thanks to thrifting. Most of those other collections started because thrifting exposed me to something cool I hadn’t known existed before (e.g. Nemadji pottery) and I became obsessed. The sunglasses? Those just seemed to multiply, somehow.

I don’t always look at the sunglasses rack when I go to the thrift store. In fact, I almost never do — because sunglasses aren’t really my thing. But nearly every time I do look, I seem to find a cool designer pair. And if I’m not a sucker for sunglasses, I am a sucker for a good bargain. Designer sunglasses are ridiculously expensive … except at the thrifts. Sure, I’ll buy a $5 pair. Why not? If I lose or break one, I’ll have a back-up. Sensible, right? Well, that’s how you end up with a dozen, eventually.

The funniest (ironic?) part is that, 9 times out of 10, I end up wearing the same pair. I’ve had it for a few years now and the coating on the frame is starting to peel, but I can’t bring myself to let it go. The other thing about me and objects I consider functional is that I will wear them into the ground. Like, until the wheels come off and then some. Doesn’t matter if I have better options; the habit (of using/wearing the old thing) has me in a chokehold.

But, yeah, I should probably pick a new daily pair. One of these days, I will.

Let’s look at the options, shall we?

Let’s start with all my Quays. The bottom pair is my current fave/daily. The others are fun but they’re too “statement” for daily use. I need something a little more subdued, unless I’m going all out with a more maximalist kind of vibe.

From top to bottom: Cavalli, Vogue, Alfred Sung. All of these have a fun retro flair, but the first two are a little more over-the-top. I’ve been wearing the bottom pair a fair bit lately. It has a Y2K vibe that suits my current aesthetic — probably because they are from the early 2000s. They’re in mint condition, too. [Like all the sunglasses I thrift. Always check for scratches!] I’m not sure the shape suits my face as well as the cat-eye Quay pair, but they’re a solid option.

From top to bottom: Dior, Dior, McQueen. I am not 100% sure the top pair is authentic, but the other two definitely are. Would you believe me that I paid $10 or less for each of these? It’s true. In fact, it’s true for all of the sunglasses in my collection. The top pair is cool; I like the reflective lenses, lookswise. However, not a huge fan of this particular colour of lenses to wear (it leans a bit too yellow).

I love the classic style of the middle pair, but it’s a bit too narrow for my face; if I wear it for an extended period, it starts to hurt around the temples. My daughter has her eye on these sunglasses, however, so I think they’ll probably “disappear” from my collection one of these days.

The McQueen pair is perfect; a more refined version of my trusty Quays. Weirdly enough, I’d forgotten that I had this pair until I started writing this post. They managed to get lost in my big bowl of sunglasses, somehow. Yes, I keep most of my sunglasses in a bowl on a console table near the front door — easy access when I’m on my way out. Are you horrified? I told you I’m not precious about sunglasses. [And it’s another reason why I’d never spend hundreds of dollars on a pair.] I did decide to rescue this pair and store it in a proper case … at least until it’s their turn to become my daily.

This Tom Ford pair are the only sunglasses I kinda, sorta babied from the start. Honestly, they are really, really nice so even I felt bad about just shoving them in a bowl. I thrifted the case separately, by the way. Don’t sleep on that section of the thrift store either. You can find some very nice cases, usually for $5 or less. I’ve found three different velvet Gucci cases, that each for $40+ on eBay. An expensive sunglasses case makes even less sense to me than expensive sunglasses, but I won’t pass up a stylish one if it’s practically free.

And there you have it: my accidental sunglasses collection. I’m pretty sure there’s at least one pair (or two) that I’ve forgotten in some drawer or other, so it’s safe to say that I’m not in any danger of running out of backups any time soon.

Do you have any accidental collections? Let’s talk about it!

Friday Feels #55

Going back to work after a vacation is never the most fun, but the universe took pity on me and decided not to test me too much this week. The kids are still on vacation, which helps – my AuDHD brain can only handle so much change in routine all at once. With my son starting high school soon, the next few weeks are going to be, um, interesting. Send thoughts and prayers, if you can spare them.

And remind me again: how is possible that I have a high schooler??

Which reminds me … this blog is almost old enough to be heading off to college *cries in where did the time go*

Speaking of fresh starts, the new La Liga (Spanish football) season kicked off this week, and my team won its first game. Yes, I am still locked in with my latest obsession. In fact, I am now waiting for the Premier League season to start as well, so I can spread out my hyperfixation, lol! I’ve even found a podcast I like for football updates and commentary, which is how you know things are getting serious.

I love finding new podcasts to add to my rotation. I like having background “noise” to listen to while I scrapbook, but I’m picky about not only topics but also hosts, so I often just end up recycling old episodes of my standbys. Recently, in addition to the football one, I also started listening to Diabolical Lies and In Case You Missed It (ICYMI). The former reminds me a bit of If Books Could Kill and Maintenance Phase, two of my faves. The latter is a bit more like The Culture Study podcast, which I also love (Anne Helen Petersen is the best!)

If you’ve got some good reccs for me, please share!

I am embarrassed to admit that the only books I managed to squeeze in the last month have been two on football (one about the history of the Premier League and one about the FBI investigation of FIFA, juicy!). My TBR pile is completely out of control and a constant source of shame. After having to change vacation plans, I didn’t end up reading any of the books I had set aside for the trip to BC. They are still waiting for me, along with a few more I thrifted recently. I keep saying that I will buckle down … and I keep getting distracted. Mostly with writing.

All that to say: sometimes, balls will be getting dropped. (And not just on the pitch, har har!) And that’s OK. Life comes in seasons, and some of them aren’t for reading.

You know what else I’ve not been doing? Writing about fashion on this ye olde blogge. Oops! I feel like there are lots of things I want to say and share here, but none of them (or most) have to do with fashion. Don’t get me wrong! I still love clothes and putting together outfits, but I feel like I’m talked out when it comes to the subject. After sixteen years, what else is there to say? The fashion wheel keeps turning, our tastes keep evolving … plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose, you know?

So, tell me: what shall we talk about next?

Have a great weekend!

2026 Fashion Bingo

I walked into 2026 with stars in my eyes thanks to all the astrology girlies talking about quantum leaps and how this was going to be Leos’ big year. We are currently *checks calendar* 8 months in, and I am still waiting for all the manna to start falling out of the sky into my lap. You know what 2026 has consistently delivered, though? Chaos. Unpredictability at every turn.

And that includes fashion.

Here are three things that were NOT on my personal style bingo card for 2026 and, yet, are now (or about to become) my whole fashion identity.

Athletic Wear

I have never considered myself an athletic person. My superpower is reading books; I don’t get along with the sun. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve had to reform my sloth-like ways to give my body a fighting chance to keep up with my forever-young state of mind. At 46, I’m now in the best/fittest shape of my life and I have plans to take it up another notch by getting more serious about strength training. So, in a way, it’s fitting that I should enter the Sporty Adina phase of my style evolution.

In truth, this phase has a lot more to do with a very specific kind of nostalgia than it does with late-developing athleticism (which, let’s face it, can be called that only relative to my previous sedentariness). I am so obsessed with the aesthetics of the 90s and 00s, and athletic/street wear was a huge part of that. A part I didn’t explore back then because I felt “disqualified” from it. I was too nerdy, not cool enough, etc. to pull it off. I am still all of those things now … except that, now, I don’t care. I also don’t care that some people might think the aesthetic “too young” for someone my age.

I can’t say this too many times: it’s freaking amazing to (a) be old enough to not care about what other people think of your hobbies/interests, and (b) have the wherewithal to indulge said hobbies and interests in a way that you couldn’t as a teenager/broke student.

Anyway, you will find me in the mens’ activewear aisle at the thrifts for the foreseeable future.

Bootcut Jeans

I’ve never had a particularly contentious relationship with bootcut jeans — unlike, say, low-rise jeans — but it was not a style I was expecting to revisit in 2026. I knew they would make a comeback, sooner or later, because everything in fashion eventually does. I was still taken by surprise by how much I loved the look of the first (vintage) pair I thrifted earlier this summer when I tried it on. Honestly, I think I would be cycling back to skinny jeans before bootcut, but here we are.

There is something that feels very … effortlessly cool about them. I know, I know. The two worst words one can use when describing anything style-related are “effortlessly cool” but, sorry, that’s the feeling that bootcut jeans currently evoke for me. They suit a few different vibes I enjoy (Ralph-coded, as per always), including southwest/prairiecore and 90s minimalist. We love a versatile closet workhorse.

Capris

This was, hands down, the biggest shock of all. I am not usually too susceptible to fashion trends I see on social media, but this time I was got. I don’t remember the last time I wore capris/pedal-pushers, but seeing images of fashion girlies sporting black ones paired with minimalist pieces got me hella intrigued. I like that it’s taking the Y2K vibe and giving it a 90s off-duty model polish. Less cutesy, more laidback cool.

The downside is that this is very much a summer/early fall kind of piece, so my runway for experimenting with it is going to be short. That being said, I just thrifted a vintage pair for $10, which feels like a good compromise for this scenario. Low risk, plenty of upside. And it’s going to give my low-heeled, pointy-toe pumps a reason to come out of retirement again.

What were your biggest fashion surprises of 2026?