Recently, Sarah and I visited the eye doctor and now that we were both armed with a copy of our prescriptions, we decided to hit the eye glass express place to see what sort of frames they had.

Cue an hour and a half of giggling and making faces at tiny mirrors.

Also, since I am blind as a bat with the nearsightedness, I have learned to drag someone with me when I go to pick out frames as I can't actually see what I look like.

Cue Sarah's brilliant solution - the Camera Phone!

"Try this one on." Click. "Okay, put your glasses back on and tell me what you think of this one. No? Okay, put this one on." Click. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The moral of the story? The one hour peeps have had to send my special order lenses (of DOOMMMM - and an extra charge for being above a +/- 7 whatsitthingy) out to the Big Shop and I shall have brand new kicky, purple, slightly horn-rimmed glasses in two to three weeks.

Also, I'm getting a pair of matching (only in black) prescription sunglasses made at the same time.

Do not ask how much that set me back. I'm still pretending the bill was a figment of my imagination.
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