Just call me 'Four Eyes'

I have always hated wearing glasses. When I first got them in the fifth grade, I used to hide them in a tree on my way to the bus stop so that I wouldn't have to take them to school. I seriously hated those pink plastic glasses. I tried several times in high school to wear contact lenses but was squeamish about putting my finger in my eye; I remember one particularly traumatic experience when Katie had to peel the contacts from my eyeballs after high school graduation. Then in college when Nate and I got engaged that was the kick in the pants I needed to finally get over it and wear contacts. I was not going to walk down the aisle wearing glasses and I wanted to see Nate's face the whole way down the aisle.

Now, after five years in contacts, my glasses rarely see the light of day. The last time I tried to wear them they gave me a headache because the prescription is so out of date (I last replaced them sophomore year of college - eight years ago!). So last week I bit the bullet and visited the eye doctor to get new glasses.

I decided that since I rarely wear them anyway I could afford to be a little adventurous in my selection; if I hated them, I could just never wear them out of the house. I have always admired the girls who wear funky glasses but was never brave enough to try it myself. I bit the bullet and chose some funky maroon frames. I am SO in love with these glasses I am actually PLANNING to wear them out in public; like 'standing-in-the-closet-trying-to-find-the-best-outfit-to-show-off-my-glasses' kind of planning. They're like a whole new accessory for my wardrobe!


Sorry about the glare. I couldn't figure out how to make it go away, but you get the basic idea.