Oh sure...go ahead and look at them. They're purple, they're small, they're almost kewl looking...but they scream OLD! My brother says I'm "entering a new phase in life." I can't see fine sock wool on 3mm needles without these resting on my nose. Well let me elaborate...I can see, I just can't see very well, especially since hydro has, for some unknown reason, reduced the strength of the lights in my house at night. I didn't realize just how far my arms were getting away from me until it was pointed out so while I was in Kamloops I picked up a pair of the weakest glasses I could find. Now I think that if I wasn't a crafter I wouldn't have even thought about buying glasses, I probably could have went at least a few more years before I ran out of arm length. The worst thing is my older sister doesn't need them, and even my twin brother isn't at this stage yet...so why me? Why can't I be like my great Aunt Ingla, at the age of 92 never once wore glasses? I even tested her not too long before she died...we were in the bingo hall and I flipped over the list of rules (really fine print) well to my astonishment she rattled off the rules! I thought for sure she had it memorized, she was a regular at the hall, but nope, she was reading them. I guess I took after my Dad's side of the family, darnit!
I haven't yet wore them in front of anyone, not even hubby! So picture me late at night, knitting away, sitting at the kitchen table....alone. I even find myself glancing out the kitchen window just in case someone sneaks up on the porch, heaven forbid anyone sees me! I have to admit, one night I went into the bathroom and snuck a look at myself in the mirror. There is really nothing glamorous about wearing reading glasses! One looks old...simply put, old! And while I was there, trying in every which way to look younger I happen to notice a few (gasp) wrinkles, imagine that...just where the heck did those come from? Okay I'm over 40, but glasses and wrinkles? I don't feel over 40, well most days anyway. I have a 3 year old son, and an 8 year old daughter...okay, okay, I have a 23 year old daughter too but I was pretty young when I had her. So what's next, false teeth, Depends, and memory loss? Well I've got to go do something, when I remember what it is I'll get back to you :) Have a young day!
PS I've decided to name them, after all they will probably be with me for quite sometime or some stronger version of them...any ideas?