Phew . .

I did it.

I got new glasses.

I didn't think I would make it through it, but I did.

Let me explain. . . .

The following is a true story . . . .

Being new to an area, a city, a STATE, it can be hard to pick a doctor. So, when I walked into my eye doctor and felt the soft shag carpet beneath my feet

I knew I could be in trouble.

They were very nice people and I (hopefully) got the right prescription. When I went into the waiting room to try on some glasses SHE was waiting for me.

Nice Lady: "I can help you pick out some frames. I am extremely blunt and will give you the BEST opinion."

Me: "Oh, uh, oh, um, ya, uh, okay . . . . . "

Now, why did I hesitate? Why did I stumble over my words?

This is why - This is what she was wearing.

And she was going to help me pick out my glasses?

The first one she picked out for me were something like this -

I love vintage okay, but NOT the right look for me.

The next -

"Nicole Richie has ones like these!" Again, what? NOT for me.

The last ones were like these -

Love pink. Don't love pink taking over my face.

So, in the end she gave up and left me alone. I picked some very boring, plain, brown glasses and I could tell with her "Ya, those look fine." that they did look fine and maybe even yawn worthy.

Just what I needed.