The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
I don’t mean to blather on quite so soon about the wonders all y’all have to look forward to in middle age, but I was, well, blinded by those subtle creeping changes again this morning. (And I can ignore a subtle creeping change better than most.)
I couldn’t see when I woke up.
I mean, it’s true I’ve been legally blind all my life, and never have been able to see things clearly upon waking, but this morning I popped in my contacts – and still couldn’t see.
I know, switched eyes, right? Nope, that wasn’t it.
So I had to wear my bifocals. Which I both hate and love. I resisted them for years, and then wondered why I was such an idiot after getting my first pair (these). I love the perfect vision I enjoy while wearing them (my contacts do not correct my severe astigmatism), but I hate the glasses themselves. I am terrible at selecting eyeglass frames (as well as decorating houses and arranging food on plates). Why I picked glasses that make me look like my eighth grade school photo I don’t know.
I’m going to get new bifocals next week (and an eye exam because obviously the vision thing is a concern). If you wear glasses and look really great in yours, I’d love to hear your tips for selecting flattering frames. I’m afraid my next ones might make me look like my seventh grade school photo.