New Glasses and a New ‘Do

It’s been a week (and a day) since I picked up my new glasses, and a week since I visited my favorite hairdresser, Jessica, in Stuttgart. I have to say that the glasses came off with more success than the hair, though the glasses are the cause of the current dissatisfaction with the hair.

New Glasses and a New 'Do

Backstory: I haven’t had a pair of glasses that I liked for more than about a week (if even that long) ever. And I’ve never been able to continuously wear them anyway. I’m nearsighted, so I need them to drive and watch TV across the room but I can’t wear them to read or do anything where I have to focus close up. I get this instant headache if I use my glasses to read, and I do mean instant, like within seconds the back of my head between my ears and down my neck is absolutely pounding.

I don’t have this problem with contact lenses; I can read just fine, no headaches, although I do have to hold the book farther away than I do without contacts. I’ve told this to every eye doctor I’ve ever been to, and one of them suggested bifocals a few years ago, with no correction on the bottom part of the lens. Sounded good in theory, didn’t work in practice. I still got the pounding headaches. Those lenses went back and after that, I’ve just stuck with contacts when I go out and have to drive, glasses (with frames I hate) to watch movies or drive quick trips if I’m too rushed to put contacts in, and no eye correction the rest of the time. I know what the inside of my house looks like, and I’m not THAT blind, so I just deal with it and don’t wear anything when I’m at home.

But lately, since the big 4-0 came around, my near vision is starting to go as well. I’ll bet that some of you knew this was coming, right? Now, even without my contacts in, I have to hold things farther away to see them, and then there’s the computer monitors, which are either too far away or not far enough, depending on the day (or something). And those little tiny numbers on the tops of machine needles? I swear they don’t even exist anymore. Since my glasses were eight years old (my bad), I took a trip to the eye doctor finally.

Glasses

So I now have progressive lenses. Yep, no-line trifocals. I’m feeling old, people. And dang, these lenses were expensive! This is what happens when you can’t see properly out of single vision lenses anymore I guess. I’m still trying to get used to them, and figure out which part of the lenses to look through at which time, though that headache threatens as soon as I do it wrong, so I’m hoping it’s just a matter of time before it’s automatic and all.

I did manage to find a pair of frames that I like pretty well, and they look okay on me, I think. I’m not sure what attracted me to this pair, but maybe it was the combination of the swirly, mother of pearl looking sides, the little bit of bling in the raised silver dots at the temple, and the iridescent metallic jade green lens frame in front. All of those elements must appeal to the color and embellishment junkie quilter that I’ve become lately.

And the hair? The style I had was in conflict with the glasses; I’ve been wearing a no-bangs look lately, and I had this chunk of hair on the side by my eye that got hung up on the side of the frames that just wasn’t working. I told Jessica about it and showed her what I didn’t like, and she suggested cutting in some wispy bangs. Sounded good in theory, big mistake in practice. Then it was worse, in a different way, than it was before. I looked young before, younger than I am anyway, and could probably have passed for say, 30-ish. After the cut, I looked totally my age, or maybe more. It was just wrong, and the glasses weren’t helping so I was really feeling the pain. And feeling old.

I say “was” because I tackled the hair this morning with a pair of sewing scissors and got those “wispy bangs” straightened out to my satisfaction, and I’m feeling a bit better about it all. I might be able to actually live with it, instead of going back to her to have a re-do. *sigh* I’ve had this love/hate relationship with my hair for the past few years anyway, since when I have bangs, I can’t get them to cooperate all the time, and when I don’t have bangs I feel like my face looks too long and maybe too severe. Now I guess with the glasses, it’s back to the bangs for a while. I look younger again, for now. And sometimes, I can even see past my nose.

6 thoughts on “New Glasses and a New ‘Do

  1. Hey Kristin! You’re right, that’s probably what attracted me to them! 😉 If you really WANT these glasses, they’re made by Taka, and it’s style 2618 in Jade. You can find them online at three or four different places! But yeah, skip the trifocal part if you can get away with it…

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  2. OMG, Nadine! How young are you? You look so cute–you should let us see all of you! Yep, the eyeglass thing is a bitch. It helped me a lot when the progressives technician told me to point my nose at whatever I wanted to see clearly. That should put you looking through the lenses at the proper place.

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  3. Well, I’m not THAT young, I just have interesting genes, the kind that let me look old enough to get into plenty of trouble when I was a teen (like my daughter does now; she looks quite a bit older than sixteen), and younger than my age now. My mom was similarly blessed, and we’ve been accused of being sisters. It’s good for her to look young at 60-ish, except that my dad looks almost all of his 73 years, which makes the other folks in southern Utah think that they’re quite the scandalous couple!

    My technician told me the same thing about where to look, but I think I may have to take my glasses back for a re-do. The “corridor” in the middle is not quite “centered” on my forward vision, I noticed today while reading. It seems to be a bit off to the left side instead of in the middle, so I actually have to point my nose to the right to read clearly. Maybe that’s why I’m not doing so well with them yet!

    And I’ll tell you a secret: the only reason anybody saw THAT much of me was because I took the picture myself! Total control. Did I mention that I’m a control freak? No pictures of me unless I’m the one manning the camera, which seriously cuts down on the number of photo ops by necessity. 😉

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