This is going to be a short post.
Because despite picking up my glasses today and having more clarity than I’ve had in a long time, I feel a bit like I’m looking through a goldfish bowl. If you’re just joining us, you can read the long and short of it here.
I took lovely fashionista friend with me to collect THE glasses. Mainly because having told people they were Prada with a prescription of 2.5 I was rather worried when I found the receipt and saw that they are in fact Ralph Lauren with a prescription of 0.5. What on earth had I actually bought?
I needed an honest opinion.
I also needed a chaperone for Godivy. Just in case she repeated last week’s episode. So whilst I was fitted and checked, lovely fashionista friend and Godivy amused themselves by trying on a selection of glasses.
I decided to jump in at the deep end and wear the glasses to do school pick-up.
Remember that feeling when you first wore braces to school? Or you had a (dreadful) haircut and had to face the world. Yes. THAT feeling.
I consoled myself with the fact that no one at school knows me well enough yet to realise what I usually look like. Or if in fact I wear glasses. So it would be easy to be discreet and just blend in. Wouldn’t it? Well, yes it would have been. Until Beaver came out of school and hollered across the playground.
‘WHY are you wearing those glasses, Mummy?’ Twice.
Anyway, here they are.
‘Hello everyone. My name’s Amy and I’m a spectacle wearer.’