Sweet relief
My mother was filled with sweet relief to see my new glasses live and in person. She said the photo of me on the blog (see below) did them no justice, but she thinks they're fine in real life.
Of course, this is a sweet relief to me.
In other glasses news, my other new glasses (the old new glasses) are in. Egads, however, because I don't have the car to go pick them up. Oh, humanity!
Wait until you see them! As soon as they're on my head, I'll snap a photo and post it. I know right where both the camera and the cord are, so there will be no lag time.
I was telling some of my peeps (get it, peeps, because we're talking about seeing?) at work about the vintage glasses and I said that they didn't have to worry about staying cool because with my two pairs of super-cool glasses, I'd lift the cool quotient of our entire area and remove the burden from them. We laughed, oh, how we laughed. I said, "You're welcome," like a total asshole. Then I had to apologize and make sure everyone knew I was joking around. (Sometimes you have to spell it out in Big Company.)
Seriously, though, I don't know how I'll be able to keep up with the coolness of my glasses. I consulted with an actual teenager about where my glasses were on the coolness-o-meter and she assured me that I was pretty fashionable. But the pressure! It's really a lot of pressure. I hope I can find a way to be up to the task.
I think I need new clothes.
Of course, this is a sweet relief to me.
In other glasses news, my other new glasses (the old new glasses) are in. Egads, however, because I don't have the car to go pick them up. Oh, humanity!
Wait until you see them! As soon as they're on my head, I'll snap a photo and post it. I know right where both the camera and the cord are, so there will be no lag time.
I was telling some of my peeps (get it, peeps, because we're talking about seeing?) at work about the vintage glasses and I said that they didn't have to worry about staying cool because with my two pairs of super-cool glasses, I'd lift the cool quotient of our entire area and remove the burden from them. We laughed, oh, how we laughed. I said, "You're welcome," like a total asshole. Then I had to apologize and make sure everyone knew I was joking around. (Sometimes you have to spell it out in Big Company.)
Seriously, though, I don't know how I'll be able to keep up with the coolness of my glasses. I consulted with an actual teenager about where my glasses were on the coolness-o-meter and she assured me that I was pretty fashionable. But the pressure! It's really a lot of pressure. I hope I can find a way to be up to the task.
I think I need new clothes.
Labels: glasses
posted by Jennifer Myszkowski at
9:04 PM
2 Comments:
OMG! Jennifer, I was trying on new glasses on Monday and the girl (yes, I said girl), kept showing me all these really hip glasses and I kept thinking that they don't go with my very casual wardrobe and so why bother? But I may be getting new ones anyway but they won't be so hip that I need to go directly to the mall immediately after picking them up.
That's exactly it. There's this crazy disconnect between my glasses and my clothes. I may be taken for a poseur and all I did was get new glasses!
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