I’ve been neglecting Tutus and Trainers recently. All for another writing project; I feel like I’ve been cheating. Honestly, it meant nothing to me. It was just words.
So. I’m wearing glasses. I don’t remember if I wrote about the whole glasses/immature/ridiculous palava. In short; since being told I can’t wear contact lenses I’ve sulked. I’ve walked into optician stores, tried on glasses, scowled at myself in the mirror and stomped out. I kid you not. I even drove down into Blackpool with the thinking that if I intentionally went into town for glasses, I’d get some. I didn’t. I just stomped in and stomped back out again.
So The Husband agreed to come with me. And not let me leave until I chose some.
Please don’t get me wrong. I think glasses are great; on other people. When I was a kid I used to secretly hope that I failed the eye test so I could wear them. But then a couple of years ago I had to start wearing them – and they annoyed my nose. Seriously, muchos annoyment. I think the top of my nose must be flat or slide-shaped because they just slide right off. Last year I tried contact lenses, it felt like I had grit in my eyes, they put some dye drops or something in and told me my tears dry up too quickly to keep the lenses moist. I tried again a little while ago and it didn’t work out again. Then I lost my glasses. I started to get headaches right above my nose, between my eyebrows – which is a joke in itself because with the medication I’m on you should be able to punch me in the head (please don’t) and not feel a thing. Which brings us full circle back to standing in the opticians with The Husband.
Did you know that Specsavers do 2 for 1?!?!?! This is not a sponsored post. But like, really, buy one – get another free!! That’s mental. So I was Oh ok, I’ll take a second pair. That lifted the sulks a little. I proceeded to try on every pair of womens’ glasses in the store, like I’ve done other times over the last month. And yeah – that includes those glorious huge hexagonal glasses with clear plastic rims. We eventually settled on a couple and The Husband pressed me to finally make a decision – in the end he decided for me. I don’t blame the man; there is only so long you can spend in there and not go stir crazy. I chose a pair of sunglasses to keep in the car as well – did I tell you they were free??
Jump ahead 24 hours and I collected my new spectacles. I’m still getting used to them, but ‘m still pushing them back on my nose every other minute. Perhaps they could make me prescription a swim-goggle-type contraption that wrap around my head to stop them falling off.