I picked up the second of my new pair of glasses. (Yes, two pairs. If you were as blind as I am, and you had a vision plan, you wouldn’t be taking any chances either.) The first pair — the cool rimless metal every day pair — have to go back to the shop for a new right lens. Which leaves me with just the attitudinal second pair for a week.
I’d call them my “let your inner geek out” pair, only I don’t really have an inner geek, as you know if you’ve been reading this blog for more than, oh thirty seconds. I could also say they scream I’m a girl who wears glasses, dammit! but given the frequency with which I am addressed as “Sir,” I somehow don’t think that is going to be an adequate description, either. They are not cat-eye like in any way.
They are Donna Karan’s, but I swear, it was an accident. I picked them because they were funky and blue, and I’ve always wanted glasses like that, but not for an everyday pair. These won’t be an everyday pair, they’ll be my kick ass and take names don’t mess with this geek pair. Thanks to the sometimes odd and creepy nature of the web, you can even see what my frames look like on some default not-mine head.