I'm not sure if this is true around the country, but for some reason, a ranking Goodwill official in the Pacific Northwest apparently decided that the best place to stock the used sunglasses would be in a tiny wicker basket hidden on a random shelf in the expansive housewares section. So if you're on a hunt for vintage sunglasses and you go to Goodwill, you're in for a challenging obstacle course that includes jumping over children playing with loud toys, dodging falling hockey sticks, and avoiding the creepy guys that seem to accumulate toward the back of the store, sensually twisting the knobs of early 90's stereo systems.
Since I love vintage sunglasses almost as much as I love butterflies and miniature cheeseburgers, this Goodwill challenge is totally worth it, and I embark on a heroic search whenever I'm there. Usually my efforts are rewarded with a few broken spectacles and Ray-Ban knockoffs, but every once in awhile, I hit it big. Yesterday, for example.
I scored a pair of vintage Anne Klein for Rivieras, a giant polarized pair of tortoise shell aviators, and some plastic Spalding sports frames that are so 80s I can barely stand it--for 99 cents a piece! Considering the skyrocketing costs of EVERYTHING ELSE at Goodwill, I'd call this a successful shopping day indeed.