And I broke my glasses last Friday. They were a dozen years old, and getting a bit wonky, so that's not so much of a tragedy, really. I had an eye exam in February after my vision felt different at the end of the Great Budget Crisis of 2008 (trust me, if you don't know what I mean, you don't want to). Turns out my vision had not changed substantially since my last exam ten years ago, so I didn't bother getting new glasses.
But I had to yesterday. Right now my old glasses are taped together and I'm feeling waaaaay too ghetto for my own comfort. So, I'm just going to hide at home this weekend and wait for the call that my new ones are ready. Picking out new frames I decided to go in a new direction.... backwards! I found some frames that look just like my Dad's did. I'm also considering giving up my Caesar haircut and going for a 50s Dad-style one. What have I got to lose at this point?
Update
The hair didn't come out the way I hoped....
5 comments:
Get the new haircut before the glasses arrive. That way you won't have to see what it looks like and if you end up not happy you can just say "Well I couldn't see at the time".
You're always looking fab to me,
LCDSeattle
A little makeover never hurt anyone, and the new frames are so suitably old-school that how can they not receive the ringing endorsement of the Pop Culture Institute?
*gasp* My husband wants those same frames. He wears grandpa sweaters too. Very, retro chic of you!
I think Mr. Davey gives sound advice. I'm afraid the haircut came out like a pile of frak. I foresee much hat wearing in the coming weeks.
What's wrong with that? At least it's hair.
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