This afternoon Marc and I took advantage of having my parents in the same city and we did some errands. We went to our optometrists and looked at new frames. (Can you imagine how impossible it would be to keep three young kids under control while both parents looked for and purchased new frames?!) I’ve had my current frames since just after Luke was born (so basically for five years) and really wanted to have a second pair in case (or, more likely, when) the kids ever break mine. Marc desperately needed a new prescription and he just happened to be able to get in with one of the optometrists this afternoon (not our regular doctor, but that didn’t matter). We ended up being there for over two hours, but by the end of it I walked out with my new glasses in my purse and Marc had his ordered, arriving sometime next week.
I wanted something a little more bold than I’d had before, but still something that was “me”. Actually, I believe I gave the girl the following instructions: “the glasses should not fall down on my nose, they should bring out my eyes, and make my cheeks look less chubby”. And, the thing is, I was a total scrub when I was there today. I had lounge pants on, no make-up, and a toque on the whole time. I said, in the end, that I really liked how the glasses brought out the colour of my toque. Needless to say, I was a little nervous that the glasses wouldn’t look good without the toque on. But I like them. They’re definitely bold. But they’re not too flashy. (Marc just looked over at me and said, “Look at you. You look so smart!”) I think I’ll be happy with them for awhile. Marc couldn’t stop smiling when he was looking through the pictures he took of me in them. But the boy is like that. He always seems to smile when he sees my face.
(The colour of the plastic frames is a really dark cranberry kind of red.)