I didn't put it together when I purchased the new frames, but after wearing them a bit it became obvious...
That's O.K. I do have a bit of a bumbling streak, and I can't see
much of anything without specs. That's how life is-you go for fashionable, and end up with Mr. Magoo.
I'm seeing much better now. Hopefully, this will help with the headaches brought on by eye strain. The frames are quite light which is a good thing as the lenses are not. I can't believe how bloody heavy they are. Still, compared to my old frames they are a joy to wear and likely won't freeze my face in the cold. I knew my vision had worsened but I wasn't aware just how severely until I put on the new prescription. Yikes. Lesson learned-get an eye exam every year.
I'm pleased that the frames are so large I can quit tweezing my eyebrows if I wish, as no one can see them. Unfortunately, you have a now perfect anti-glare-line-free look at my eyes and my cack-handed approach to applying mascara is going to require a bit more finesse.
Vintage crochet (or is it knit?) sweater-Goodwill
90's skirt-Filene's (bought it new)
Beret-Omaha Weavers and Spinners Guild Fiber Arts Show a few years ago (coming up again 18 November 2017. Worth a trip to Omaha.)
Jade (?) bracelet-Goodwill
Danish Modernist ring-Goodwill
Egyptian ring-Thrift shop in Seward, NE
Mexican necklace-yard sale
Eyeglass Frames-Kate Spade
Mr. ETB is doing well after his surgery-thank you all for your well wishes. I'm going to drive him to work for a bit just to be safe, but he seems otherwise fully recovered. That's a great relief as I was worried (probably more worried than he).
November is shaping up to be a busy month for us, and December...well, between the holidays and Danny's birthday we decided to host a holiday open house for friends and our neighbours on the street, the weekend before Christmas. Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking either. It will be a nice way for newer people in the neighbourhood to meet people that have been here a bit-if they'll attend. I could be sitting here alone eating cake by myself. In Boston I always had a house full of people dropping in, but in Omaha people just go home at night and stay there. I never see people sitting out in the summer, or socialising. Anyway, we'll do our part for trying to at the very least make introductions, but I'm not overly optimistic. Perhaps the promise of home-baked mince pies and conversation will perform some sort of magic.
I'll see you (better than previously) later, alligator.