I've been hiding behind glasses since I was twelve years old. During all the big house cleaning recently, some cleaning products were unearthed from blogging conference swag bags. Who knew? The abrasive soap scum moist towelettes were actually so effective in my bathroom that I used them on my glasses. So I had to buy some new glasses.
How annoying is it when you're trying glasses on but you can't see what they actually look like because you don't have your glasses on. I had about nine minutes to choose, while my family waited in the car. (Note: Don't ever do that.)
Now I don't usually go with current fashion-y things, I just pick things that look good on me. But I tried on a pair of trendy hipster-fied glasses and thought, hmmm. COOL. Bought them, waited the obligatory three weeks, went in to pick them up and realised I looked like a complete tryhard MORON and I'd have to choose some new glasses.
But I can't afford to. So. Here's my old faithfuls that have stood me well for a good few years now:
And here is possibly one of the biggest hipster middle-aged douchebags of all time:
Thing is ... they've grown on me! My sister Leigh came up to visit and she told me they looked great, which made me like them. So, they'll stay. I'll own my douchebaggery.
In a random twist, I found a pair of glasses I wore from the years 1987-1989. This is not a joke, I actually wore these babies. I was the dorkiest, small-voiced thing you never heard. Ready?
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I'M READY TO GO IN COACH. JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!
Can you believe, I never had a boyfriend in high school?
I tried doing sexy.
I'm putting these babies on later tonight. My husband is a lucky, lucky man.
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Me at MamaPop this week: How Minecraft Smashed My Sons Innocence.
Lastly: Words can't express how much your comments and linking up means to me on my last post. I will be reading and commenting on every post that was written. (From all eleven of you.) It's so refreshing when people look inside themselves. (Thank you. You are bloody amazing.)
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Wednesday, 13 June 2012
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