These days the world is sort of a terrifying place, and I'm spending every minute listening to the news like I'm watching a car accident. I can't make myself turn away. And while I'm tired of thinking about it, and I certainly am not in the mood to argue, I'm having a hard time focusing on anything else. Well. Almost anything else. I've spent the past 18 hours thinking, obsessing, and yes even dreaming about my new glasses.
In Octoberish, I got a new pair of glasses, which were totally awesome and cute.
This past May, trying to relocate with a broken foot, I stepped on my glasses while wearing this. Things did not end well. Since then, I've only had my "spare" glasses, which are the pair that Gabriel mangled as an infant. They sit all slanty-like on my face. That's a picture of the cute glasses, not the slanty glasses. Since the DMV told me I have to wear my glasses when I drive, I do, but also? I'm vain, so I don't wear them otherwise because they look funny because of the crookedness. So I've been living in a kinder, gentler, fuzzy world for the past 5 months; one where everyone is vague and vaguely better looking as a result.
Yesterday I had an eye appointment. And then I spent TWO HOURS trying to decide what frames to get. I narrowed it down to three.
There was one that I thought had the cutest shape, but they were purple, and had hearts on the....arms? What do you call the thingies that keep the glasses on your face? They were Betsey Johnson, and very cute, but I was not totally convinced that I'm cool enough to pull off hearts as a part of my every day style. I was afraid that on me they might look dorky. But. I really liked them.
A second Betsey Johnson frame, this one ever so slightly cat-eye shaped, without (I thought) making my face look fat, which is what I think that shape usually does. I thought these ones were REALLY cute, but was afraid maybe they were too edgy for every day. I really liked them.
Third, pair of (I think) Valentinos that were sort of tortoise shell from the front, but turquoise from behind, so they made my eyes look super blue. They were sort of heavier and squarer than the other two options, but again, I really liked them.
In the end (when the opticians totally failed by saying they liked all three equally), I let Gabriel pick, and he picked the blue ones, but now, even though I like those ones, I'm having fantasies about the other two pairs, and how fashionable I would look, and how great they would be. I'm even having insane thoughts about just BUYING a second pair, sans insurance (madness, I assure you). When my insurance rolls over in January, I was going to use my vision plan to buy sunglasses, because I don't like having to choose between sun-glare induced blindness and near-sighted blindness. How about no blindness attall! But now I'm having insane thoughts about buying a second pair of regular glasses instead. Le sigh.
Oh, and while I used to just be near-sighted, I'm developing astygmatism, which is SUPER AWESOME YAY ME. Bah.
Oh, and please please please? Vote.