I have worn glasses since I was 6 years old. My mother noticed that I was squinting down the driveway at our house, so during our next breakfast she put the Cheerios box on the kitchen counter across the room from me. She asked if I could read it. “Sure, it says Cheerios”. I couldn’t read it…but I knew what the damn box looked like.
I have an eye appointment on Friday and am in the market for some new frames. Rob and I went to the store today and I tried a whole bunch on in an effort to figure out which made me look “cool”, “funny”, “chic”, “edgy”. All of this and enough practicality to carry me through the next 2 – 3 years.
I made faces, he took pictures.
Vote, voice your opinion…a prize is to be had. Not sure what yet. But, I have a whole stash waiting to be loved.
There are 8 different frames, Labelled 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9….2 was too poopy to share. Actually others are probably too poopy to share as well however, at this point I could give a flying fart.
The Frame with the most votes wins. That is, unless I don’t like the final choice ;). Winner will be choosen at random.
The photos are located in my Flickr account, the first is here, scroll through to see the rest.
My future is in your hands. Godspeed.