Glasses

I collected my new glasses from Specsavers today. The frames we got from Camden Lock Market, for only £18. Then I had managed to talk the guy at Specsavers into getting them glazed with an anti-reflective coating for £40 instead of £70. I thought I had been so clever with my thriftiness.

Unfortunately, like all glasses they are too big for my face. They look a bit silly in fact.

Paying £58 to look silly is not at all clever.

I kept looking at myself in mirrors (in Specsavers, in reflective windows, in Starbucks' toilet, in apostrophe where I went to feed Jasmine) to see if they had got any less ridiculous, just like I always do when I get a bad haircut. I look in mirrors praying each time that everything will be okay and I will look great. It didn't work, of course.

In apostrophe, I eavesdropped on two girls who were at SOAS, the University that I attended, somewhat disasterously (I was in my first trimester of pregnancy, so puked through my exams and messed them up hideously.) It was weird hearing them talk about their friends, lectures, hanging around at the union. It all seems like a lifetime ago. I was so busy eavesdropping and staring at one of the girl's earrings (beautiful, gigantic tear shaped things, with colourful threads. Very SOAS) that I dropped my book on the floor. They must have thought I was a bit of a weirdo. I am not very subtle when I eavesdrop. At least I didn't do what I was tempted to, join in the conversation and talk about SOAS.

I left there, came home on the bus, ran to the mirror, and saw that, yes, my glasses still look ridiculous.