Framed

So I had to get new glasses. Mine just up a broke on me while I was doing nothing but chopping onions. Must have been chopping too hard, who knows because suddenly the handle was just off and could not be repaired so I had to up and get a new pair. Ugh and I loved those glasses.

Now I’m a huge glasses wearer. I have contacts, but never really feel comfortable with them since I’ve worn classes since about 3rd grade so I feel they are a part of me.

I drag the DH shopping with me and quickly settle on 3 pair although I’m not quite certain and wish I had maybe 100 more to choose from. My glasses are ready in about an hour and I go home. That evening it’s another family celebration out and folks say my new glasses look nice but I’m not convinced. I feel like Henry Kissinger in them. They were lovely D&G frames, black, but I think too masculine for me. I felt I needed to be solving a serious missile crises in those glasses and not hanging on my blog talking to you all. I know, weirdo!

So after bugging my DH till about 2am (he growls) I was back at the eyeglass store the next day to exchange them. Thank goodness for 30 day returns. I got a pair that was very similar but tortoise, Ralph Lauren. The only problem is the orange horse on the side, but I’ll get over it I’m sure (I love orange). At least that’s what my husband hopes so he can get some sleep.

Best,

Kwana