Remember that taunt from grade school? Probably not the most offensive insult I ever heard. But it stings when you’re 8 and through no fault of your own you’re saddled with horrible, plastic framed cat-eye glasses! Which, by the way are now all the rage — life is so unfair! Do you remember the old saying, “Men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses”? So. Not. True. At 16 however, it made perfect sense. Sigh.
For most of my life I have co-existed peacefully if not happily with my corrective lenses. I quickly learned how inconvenient and ugly they were. At the same time I was so excited to be able to see that I put up with them. On occasion I even found frames I liked, fully expecting everyone to ooh and ahh the first time I wore them to school! (Sixteen, remember?) Not only didn’t anyone say how cute they were, most people probably didn’t even notice they were different from the old ones. Okay, maybe my best friends saw a difference and they even probably said they were cute, but that’s what friends do!
As a result of those high school experiences and more recent events, I’ve come to the conclusion that people see ME, not my glasses. Isn’t that amazing? I don’t think I’ve ever really thought that before. My glasses were always right out there – front and center. Friday night Hubs and I picked up our new glasses. My new frames are a departure from my typical style. When I first saw them on (you know you can’t really SEE them when you’re trying them on right?) I wasn’t sure I hadn’t made a very bad error in judgment. A few days later though they’re growing on me. Every time I see them now it surprises me but in a nice way – I can see my eyes! I can see my face! Well, more of my face.
The next morning I went shopping with daughter K and we spent the entire day together without her mentioning the new glasses once. Finally at dinner I said something and she said she’d noticed the bling! on the temple pieces and yes, they looked very nice. She liked the shape, but then she’s been wearing one of updated cat-eye styles for some time herself. And they’re fabulous on her.
Monday I headed into the office anticipating people noticing them right away – they really are different from my usual style. No one said a word. Not. A. Single. Word.
Here it is Tuesday and still, no one has noticed the change. The only conclusion I can come to is that they don’t see the glasses at all. They see me. And that’s pretty cool.