When I was in the 2nd or 3rd grades all of the “cool” kids got glasses! Outta nowhere!
All I knew was that my favorite characters all seemed to wear glasses.
And now that I had seen all of these 4 eyed nonreaders in my 2nd or 3rd grade class rocking glasses I WANTED THEM TOO!
My dad took me to the eye doctors. I have no idea if it was that time of the year or if he was bending to the will of a bratty 8 year old. The story goes that I didn’t need glasses but I cried so piteously that they gave me glasses anyway. The glasses were supposed to just be glass, no prescription. But they gave my a prescription. And I needed glasses from that day forward.
Yesterday I woke up to go to work and my
glasses
were
BROKEN
Broken!
Beanhomies.
Ya girl canNOT see without glasses (I’ve said this somewhere on this board, somewhere)
So, this love February is dedicated to my glasses.
Cat eye
Black
Pink
So adorable!
They are gone now. And now I have these dollar store cheaters that I had to file down so that I’d be able to force my lenses in. I can see now. I’m slightly less adorable. But, slightly less adorable is still adorable.
I’m saying even though I’m a walking disaster I’m still like…an unreasonable degree of adorable (I have no work and don’t have to deal with anyone outside of my apartment until Monday and am feeling super positive—wait, the high esteem could also be that I cannot see myself. Ya girl is blind yall)
And on this oddly positive note (are y’all as uncomfortable as I am right now? Like..where is my debbie downer tshirt?
Love,
February (and a tonally confused isa. Maybe I should take a nap…? Eh they cant all be winners.)