I had my first visit to the optometrist in over 4 years today.
Eyesight's been crashing & burning since I turned 40.
So wow--the forgotten pleasures of modeling frames for the sales lady. I really...REALLY wish I could be left alone to make the selection. Staring at myself in a mirror in front of a lobby of bored people is awkward enough without all the extra commentary.
No, I'm not trying to make a bold statement with purple frames--I save the bold purple stuff for my website. And, no, I'm not trying to follow the graphic designer herd with the bright blue, stretched-out rectangle deals either. Ear pieces that are less than a half inch wide are not "too plain" as far as I'm concerned. And no, the fat, safety goggle pieces don't do the trick either, even if it IS cute how they make me look like a 'brilliant scientist'.
At the same time, I feel bad, because a fair chunk of self-worth is apparently tied up in how well the recommendations are received. Such that, "Meh" followed by me flipping up the price tag over & over again is visibly deflating. Reminds me I just need to voice my checklist before the pitch starts.
Trendy, vain, look-at-me, graphic-designer-cliche, $300+ = No.
Functional, non-butt-ugly, don't emphasize puffy-face, don't pinch nose = Yes.
I go to pick up my thick-arm, giraffe-spotted, spidey-glasses in a couple weeks.
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