Remember how I was smelling specs and candy once upon a time? And then I felt quite defeated?
Well, the day has finally arrived.
Guess what was on my doorstep.
It was like Christmas in August.
Have you ever seen anything so glorious?
I had five pairs of tortoise shell frames, just calling my name. They did. They said "Tommy. Tommmmm-eeee. Wear us. Wear us."
So I did. Repeatedly. From the pictures, they may look identical, but I seriously loved 4 of the 5 pairs I picked out to try on. (Sidenote: You definitely need to get on the wait list at Warby Parker if you're interested. I signed up a few months ago.) I discounted one and possibly two frames because they're too similar to what I wear now, but the competition remains fierce.
And let's just face it. There's a really good chance I may buy more than one pair, at $95 each, plus a donated pair for each purchase.
My anti-blog friend Emily took several pictures of me in each style, but I couldn't bring myself to post them. I think maybe it's the demo-only plastic lenses, but my entire eye area looked red. Like Us Weekly red. Like drugs. It wasn't good.
At any rate, I'm beyond excited. I have four more days to deliberate, lean waaaay into the mirror (I'm blind), and lust over eyeglasses. I will almost surely order from Warby Parker. And I will blog about said purchase.
Thanks for reading, as always.
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