I hate sunglasses. Hate wearing 'em. Went for most of my life refusing to wear sunglasses at all.
Now in my dotage I cannot be without a pair when I'm out in bright sunshine or even when out on hazy or cloudy days. So, now the silly things are just part of the landscape that is my ugly mug.
Mrs. noelekal in her B&L Lisbon cat eyes with me wearing the usual Maui Jim Fleming Beach and a granddaughter on an outing. There's a vintage IWC watch in the photo
Sunglasses aren't my hobby though. I'm a gun nut first and foremost: shooting sports competition, collecting vintage firearms, and the study, handloading, care, and feeding of them all. Here our youngest son took a photo showing my bad form holding a pistol as feebly as I possibly could without dropping it, deliberately limp wristing a CZ 75 BD in an effort to induce a failure to cycle. The effort was a bust. The pistol proved reliable. Sunglasses complement shooting sports and are a must on the range, both for improved vision and for eye protection in the event of a myriad of things that never go wrong but might, hence becoming a hazard risk to the eyes.
I'm like Darlinboy though and am prone to leave the things behind. I've driven back 30 miles back up I-10 to a restaurant in Tucson to fetch those Maui Jims. I've also left a pair in the waiting room of my parents' doctors' office a few years ago, never to be seen again. The Fleming Beach model is now discontinued so I'd better keep up with the ones I have now.