Let There Be Sight!

I'll never forget how excited I was to hear, for my 16th birthday, that my grandmother was giving me contact lenses. I'd worn glasses since I was in 4th grade, and by the time I was in 10th - in the full throes of teenage angst about everything to do with how I looked - I was ready to get rid of the specs. For the most part, with the exception of a few period here and there, I've worn contacts ever since. Last summer and fall, I had a lot of problems with my eyes, and although we thought switching to daily disposables would solve the problem, at my appointment earlier this month, my doctor suggested that I start wearing my glasses most of the time. Bummer. The glasses I had were almost 10 years old (and the fact that both the frames and lenses were in such great shape show how little they've been used), so I figured the time had come to treat myself to some new ones.

It wasn't easy. First of all, I despise shopping for anything that I need to wear. Second, have you been to an eyeglass shop lately? The possibilities literally seem endless. After trying on dozens of frames, I finally (and with the help of both Jim and the incredibly patient optician) decided on a set that I thought I'd want to look at (and through) for the next few years. They came in last week, and unfortunately the lenses were damaged. So back they went. Yesterday I got the happy call that they were back in, and I picked them up. Wow! They're very different in style than what I had before, but I like them! I really like them!

And no, I am  not posting a picture of myself wearing them. Because the one thing I hate more than shopping is pictures of myself.  ;)