It is hard to find nice looking reading glasses, you know, the ones that don't necessarily make you look like you are blind as a bat or ones that magnify your eyes to the size of melons. Usually, the reading glasses I find at the drugstore give me that middle-aged look, not that being middle aged is bad, or that cross-dressing is bad, or that someone who puts pink rinse on their gray hair rather than the usual blue is bad, either. It's just that I need to hang on to whatever thread of youth I have, and wearing reading glasses on the stationary bike at the gym sort of smacks of being middle aged, especially when they keep slipping off the tip of your nose when you are trying to read your large print best-seller novel.
Speaking of the cross-dressing reference, I thought that I wouldn't mention it, but I'm listening to Ru Paul's music at the moment and I just have to say that I went to the gym at my not-usual time. I didn't run into the interesting guy who always eats Hawaiian food out of a container whilst circling the cardio area, and I wish I did--just to mention it in passing and good old fashioned reverie. Instead, I happened upon the guy with the french manicure. He was walking out and I noticed he was wearing his gym shorts, a cute top, and sensible black heels. So, I quickly searched my gym bag for a few seconds, and coming up with nothing, I grabbed my Blackberry and texted HWWV. I wrote:
"I was just thinking that guys who cross dress normally don't have very good taste in shoes."
And he wrote: "Let me guess . . . You don't have your little memo pad with you today."
Then I wrote: "You're right; but I just had to say, that guy who does the female impersonator stuff just left the gym with a guy outfit and heels."
And he wrote: "Oh yeah; I've seen him. He does have bad taste in shoes. But he sure has a mean hair-do, even after a gnarly spinning session. I know this."
It is good to have someone in your life who understands you.
Back to the new glasses. The good news is, I finally found some reading glasses that I really like at Target for only a buck in the dollar bin. (Score!) I actually managed to wear them all day without losing them or sitting on them and I even chit-chatted with a nice and cute checker at the Whole Foods Market for a few minutes. You know, all in all, I could say I had a five-star day.
The thing is, I managed to wear these new specs the entire day without anyone pointing out that the sticker that said +2.00D was still on one of the lenses, and this sticker was stuck over my good eye, to boot.
BTW: I'm working up a pattern using the Damask, and I'm thinking a cute cardi, something you could throw on over a tank or even a bathing suit in a pinch. I'm sort of stuck right now, though because it is a lot like linen and other natural fibers and I want to put something lacy at the bottom, not necessarily lace, but something airy and I'm sort of not quite at the crossroads with the idea, if you know what I mean.