The Impostors Have Arrived

I blogged last week about breaking my very favorite pair of glasses and how I was forced into picking new frames against my will. If you missed it, you can read it here.

Thursday I picked up my new glasses. I don't love them. But I don't hate them either. That is a good sign.. it means there is the possibility (and likelihood) that they will grow on me with time. Of course, this means that eventually THIS pair will also be the pair I can't replace and then we will one day find ourselves right back here at this very same spot. But, until then.. I promised a picture...