upon reflection…

I am having serious misgivings about the eye-wear that I ordered so gleefully.  Serious misgivings.  What the hell was I thinking?  I’m already embarrassed and I haven’t even worn them yet!  When I think about them, which is not often, they get more glittery and extravagant by the second.  Now, when my mind flashes on to them, they have morphed into something entirely different and grotesque.  They have LARGE rhinestones instead of a tiny, barely there, sprinkle.  They have ENORMOUS swooping exaggerated cat-eyes, like those eye-glasses those women wore back in the fifties, with their bleach-blond, bubble hairdos and shear hot pink or spicy red scarves draped over the top to keep the wind from blowing it.  Except it’s me wearing those ridiculous glasses and my graying hair is contorted into one of those hairdos, and I am wearing too tight clothes, teetering on faux leopard print high heels and have a large martini glass tipping out of one hand.

But the glasses are bought.  The progressive lenses are being ground.  I have paid a gynourmous deposit.  Oh dear…

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, February 03, 2008 in Chewing the Fat