Yes, it's time for the pseudo-annual trip to the ol' optometrist. Life as an astygmatic could not get any sweeter than it does today, no sir! So, at 10:30 sharp, I'll be heading over to Third Ave to get my peepers checked, and hopefully, to pick out some nice new frames. (While I love them so, so much, I think the pink ones might look weird with my skin).
One thing I've figured out is that I will not be getting heavy frames. This year, I think many of my clumsier episodes have been due to the fact I picked out a dark, heavily framed pair of glasses which basically cut my peripheral vision off completely. So, although I love chunky glasses, for the sake of my grace, I probably ought to get a lighter-toned, lighter-weight pair.
As a reward for my self-control, perhaps I will indulge in a cool glasses case sometime. Like many others, I love these bags...although they might be just a bit big (and too pricey and nicey to put in my crummy purse).
