Thank you all for your helpful and sweet suggestions on this post last week. The glasses arrived yesterday, and I think we have a winner. Unfortunately, it was a last minute addition to the home try-on package, and therefore didn’t make the voting last week. Ladies and other ladies (since I don’t think a single male reads this blog), I present to you, Huxley. And my face. Sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g.
I realized I’ve never posted a picture of myself on here before. Sorry to keep you all waiting for so long and then deliver something that looks like that. If you’d like, you can pretend I look like a supermodel, like I always do. No, I really didn’t make the bed for this shot. I’m a compulsive bed-maker. Also, sorry for being such a dork. But given that I am, I think these glasses work perfectly, non? They are a little thick and tend to say, “HI I AM ON YOUR FACE” more than something slimmer and less hipster, but I love them anyway. I think. I still have another 30 days after the official prescription versions get here to decide if I want to keep them.
The other frames were kind of a disappointment. Thatcher was way too big and swallowed both of my eyebrows. Roosevelt had a weird key-hole bridge that looked weird on my nose, and Digby was just too wide. I’m the goldilocks of hipster frames. Huxley was everything I liked about Roosevelt and Thatcher, without being too big or (believe it or not!) overwhelming on my face.
Can I take a moment to just say that Warby Parker has amazing customer service? Not only did they throw in the Huxley frames last minute when I emailed them after they processed my order, but they shipped them to me in 2 days. Look at the packaging, too. They’re lucky I’m trustworthy otherwise I’d have a really nice jewelry box right now.
So yes. I have glasses! And I am bizarrely more excited about it than I think I should be. But glasses are a very fun accessory. And it gives me another excuse to leave the house without makeup (like I needed one more).
Totally unrelated tangent: Last night I almost succumbed to peer pressure and almost, almost bought this camera (I’ve decided against getting the kit lens, and just going with the body and buying a nice 50mm lens since I was so in love with the one I had for my Nikon DSLR). But then I started sweating profusely and couldn’t go through with it. I started to anxiously overreact (as I do with everything in my life) about the gravity of dropping $750 on a camera that I in no way need. What if something were to happen and I lost my job and then needed the money to buy health insurance or stay afloat and pay bills until I found another job in this terrible economy? What if I bought the camera and then went blind and never got to use it and it was past the 30-day return policy? What if I bought this camera and it was cursed? What if, when I’m 85 and falling apart medically, I am faced with some sort of disaster and between my savings and social security I’m still $750 short? What if I —
Oh, whatever. I just bought it. I have a degree in Photojournalism. I should have a DSLR that isn’t almost 5 years old that has less megapixels that the $100 point-and-shoot I bought a few months ago. Rationalization!
Wait. I lied. I canceled the order. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?