New glasses

Interesting conversation about my new glasses. So, I think there is no need for me to choose frames nor do I think I am very good at choosing frames. My job is to look out through the glasses. As long as I can see well, all is good. It really doesn’t matter if they are green, blue, pink, sparkly, rimless, half rimless, plutonium, diamante, pearlescent, neon, brown with yellow spots. I mostly rely on my personal shopper/style guide aka Husbant. He always picks well and often asks me what I think of his choices. I have no idea what they look like because I am short-sighted and the mirrors in the opticians are too far away for me to see what I look like. Apparently I have a face that I pull specifically when I am trying on frames (I think it’s also known as squinting) but Husbant points it out every time. It’s a bit like getting my haircut. My gorgeous hairdresser visits every few months and sorts out my hair. No staring at myself in a big mirror while he makes his way around my head. And no showing me the back of my head when he has finished. Who wants to know what the back of their head looks like? Am sure if it was a terrible mess, someone would say something. But then again, maybe not.

So I have some new glasses. I picked them up at lunchtime today and I can see clearly through them. Husbant chose the frames. We met in town shortly after I had picked them up and he didn’t say a word about them. I waited for some recognition that my face was now framed in blue with extra blue corners (bit Dame Edna I thought). But nada. Zilch. Not a word. I asked him how his feet were (he had been to have them seen to by someone who is very brave to touch his feet) and he said they were great. They were safely tucked inside his shoes so I couldn’t wax lyrical about how amazing they looked. His magic German cream from Belgium was the best thing for his feet and the professional foot man was very complimentary. I smiled broadly and looked him in the face. Nada.

Halfway home in the car, I asked him if he noticed anything different. Given the eye-watering amount I had just spent on my new glasses (he always picks up the most expensive frames without even looking), I wanted outpourings of “wow they look amazing” type comments. I wanted him to wax lyrical. There was a pregnant enough pause for me to notice it, and then he realised and the outpourings began.

Phew. Am glad they look ok. I would have preferred two weeks in Spain at those prices but at least I can see clearly now.