I wish I’d had my new (bifocal) glasses for quilt retreat so I’d be a little more used to them. Who knew it took that
long to craft new lenses? At first, I couldn’t tell much difference but I’ve discovered going up and down stairs is a bit of a crapshoot right now. People were probably wondering what I was on…hey, I’m high on life, okay!!
And turning my head from side to side is a HUGE no-no…I’m really gonna have to learn to slow down. Who knew you could get nauseous just standing still? The tech at the optometrist’s optimistically said everything would even out in about a week. I think she lied, but she told me they looked nice on me so…
What do you think? Meh…I’m not sure. #2 told me she missed my old glasses already and #1 has yet to notice. We’ll see how long it takes DH to notice them. I’ve often said the only way to get his attention is to lay naked across the hood of his ’68 Roadrunner but he’d only notice to tell me not to scratch the paint.
Maybe they’ll grow on me.
Then again, so does fungus.