For the first time since November 1999, I have new glasses. I can't tell you how excited I am.
I love wearing glasses, I really do. I'm always astounded when people go for contacts over specs. It's mystifying.
Anyway, it's a big occasion for me.
Lady Steed also has new glasses, but she's unsure about them. This is understandable. After all, her last pair were perfect for her. Common indeed was it for us to be out and to have total strangers approach us and stop her to say, "Oh, my heart! Never have I seen such perfectly matched face and frames! Your glasses--they were made for you!"
Lady Steed would shyly blush, turn her head modestly, and reply. "Yes. I know. I am beautiful. And so are my glasses. Together we move jaded fashion moguls to tears."
Weeping, the person who stopped us, expresses renewed faith in a beautiful world, thanks us for the opportunity to see absolute perfection before death, and stumbles back to their otherwise dreary life.
Naturally, no new frames can possibly live up to this legacy. But I do think she is being unduly harsh towards her new glasses. After all, the highlights match her hair.
See what you think, then leave her an encouraging comment.