New eyes

[muckefuck]

*big sigh*

So I've got my new specs. I took off early yesterday to make it down to Pearle for my exam, which felt a little rushed. Then, even after steeling myself and making the decision to follow niemandsrose's advice and not trying to skimp on price at the expense of comfort (including the more nebulous sort of comfort associated with having really good-looking frames), I still got sticker-shocked.

Fortunately, there was a LensCrafters right across the way, which had equally attractive titanium frames for about a third less. I decided to go with smaller, squarer frames in part because of how fabulous I think they look on fidgetcub and chose a conservative Brooks Brothers model, but, of course, now I'm second-guessing myself and wondering if they really fit my face. I'm still waiting for feedback from someone I really trust (like my boyfriend, who was sweet enough to call me last night to commiserate about my self-inflicted troubles).

Despite my notional understanding of the process of accomodation necessitated by a loss of vision at the bottom of the range, I'm finding the experience difficult. I need to look almost straight down to see my feet now, so I almost killed myself on the el station staircase. I'm also having to hold my neck at an awkward angle in order to see the keyboard or shave close to my jawline. In addition, it feels like the specs are slipping out of place too easily, but they're so much lighter than other frames I've had (Behold the power of TITANIUM!) that it spoofs my perceptions.

Oh, well; come hell or high water, I'm committed this time to getting new glasses two years from now when my benefit kicks in again. You all are witnesses; hold me to this. By then, it may be time for bifocals anyway: My latest exam showed the onset of presbyopia. I haven't noticed much trouble reading small print so far (although I do like my browser set on a higher font size than monshu), so I brushed aside the suggestion of progressive lenses.

The woman who helped me choose the frames couldn't believe that that was the highlight of my day, but she was a helpful hand-holder just when I was at my most vulnerable. I was literally giddy with relief when signing the receipts. Add to that a Monte Cristo from the Golden Nugget and a trip to a used bookstore (Dovid Katz' Yiddish grammar kicks ass--oh should I say it's shalkhaftik gut?), and you can't imagine how much better I was feeling by bedtime.

Comments

[grunter.livejournal.com]

Where's that "without pics, this thread is useless" icon when you need it?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

What makes y'all bitches think I'd trust your judgement?

I'll probably make it to Touché's tomorrow night, if you want to see my new specs close up. (Make that very close up. Rowr!)

[grunter.livejournal.com]

Bitches? Plural? Daniel, if you're seeing two of me, I hate to say it, but you need new glasses.

;)

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

That reply was not intended for you alone, hon.

Mmm, two of you, now there's an idea. Except when one was ready to get busy, the other would be kvetchy and through with sex for good, so the fantasy would never really work out.

[fengshui.livejournal.com]

I think you need to post a picture of yourself in the new frames, Da.

[parisgreen.livejournal.com]

I made my first foray out today as well, but chickened out. I eliminated Pearle. Now I'm trying to decide whether to go back to Lenscrafters (where I at least found some possibles, but they're in the process of moving/remodeling, so they're kind of a mess), or visit some non-chain locals.