Perhaps I’m getting vain as I get older, but I am bored with my glasses, and I think I need new ones. As many of you know, I wear essentially the same thing every day of my life, blue Chambray shirts and blue jeans.
This drives the artist in Maria crazy, she is all about color and style and usually shows about a dozen different colors every day in her clothes. I should be honest, I got the idea from the doctor who was trying to help me with my Dyslexia, she thought it would just be easier for me to be able to wear the same colors every day, I wouldn’t have to make any choices or get confused.
And it kind of stuck.
Because of the Dyslexia, I have to have all of my clothes laid out in open dressers, if they are in drawers, I can’t remember that they are there.
In the winter, I can wear sweaters and I have come to love colorful slouch hats. But I like the blue clothes. The writer in me likes to look a bit bookish, or literary, I admit it. I was walking past this opticians shop in Bennington this afternoon, I went there to grocery shop.
I liked this gold-rimmed spectacles, they kind of spoke to me. And I think they look “writerly.” It’s kind of ridiculous, I know to think glasses make a difference, but I get sick of myself sometimes (often) and I like to fiddle with a different look. This, of course, is as far as I will go. Maria bought me a canary yellow polo shirt two years ago, but I can’t bring myself to wear it.
I think it’s vanished, it’s probably in one of her quilts.
I texted Maria from the glasses shop and she said she liked the glasses, she said I looked like an owl, which she thought was a good thing (I wasn’t so sure it was a compliment.) Anyway I ordered them and after looking at the photo, ordered glare-proof glass. We take a lot of photos around here.
They’ll be here in about two weeks.