Fierce
I got my new glasses yesterday. In a word, they look fierce. I’m not sure if the term has gone out of fashion, but back in the day, fierce was a few steps above hot.
The titanium finish precisely matches my hair color, the arch on the top of each lens matches the curve of my eyebrows and the lenses themselves are sort of trapezoid-shaped in a worn bar of soap kind of way. At the same time they look modern and retro, and they both disappear into and stand out on my face. Someday I’ll find someone with a camera.
And yet, no one has commented on them. Not a peep about them at the meeting last night, although many commented that I’d worn my hair down. I ran late and realized only when I got to the bus stop that I didn’t have a hair tie in either my pockets or my backpack. So okay, maybe it was a hair thing. That doesn’t explain today though.
Anyway, I’m happy with the prescription too, and having the same prescription (sans the distance part) with the same lens material and coatings in my computer glasses is pure joy. I no longer have to lean forward to peer at the screens and roll the keyboard drawer out so I’m no longer hitting my knuckles on the underside of the desktop. And my eyes don’t have to adjust when I switch between sets.
Vision is a much a brain thing as an eye thing and it’s taking my brain a while to sort out what it’s seeing through the new specs. It may be a week or so before my neurons make the adjustment, but as it stands now, this looks to be the best prescription I’ve ever had.
