Specs appeal

Rosie H-W, Victoria Beckham, my mother-in-law. What do they all have in common?They all wear glasses and they all look great in them. Some people can wear anything and look amazing but before we begin this story, let me point out that I’m not one of them (not self-deprecating, just fact!) So, anyway, it all started 6 weeks ago when Iris decided to share her conjunctivitis with me ….. that was kind wasn’t it! πŸ™‚ A week of gunky, itchy, blurry eyes crawled by, during which time my normal activities were somewhat hindered by my lack of vision. But, that was ok because as soon as the gunkiness stopped then normal service would be resumed, yes? Uh ….. no! Normal service was not resumed, if anything my sight seemed even worse. Reading a book was proving a little awkward, watching television was definitely difficult (not that there’s much on anyway) and I couldn’t even see to thread a needle, let alone actually sew anything so there was only one option: take a trip to the opticians and get it sorted like a proper grown up. Or in my case, be practically dragged there kicking and screaming because in my own words “there’s nothing wrong with my eyes” (note that I said this whilst talking to a chair that looked vaguely like the outline of my husband πŸ™‚ #onlyjoking).

Anyway, I eventually made it to the opticians where they did their usual array of sight-related tests and I sat there smugly, thinking I’d get a prescription for eye drops and that’d be that ….. my goodness, I’m obviously not the little Miss know-it-all I think I am because I didn’t get a prescription for eye drops but a prescription for glasses! Turns out that having conjunctivitis was just a coincidence and my wonky eyesight was due to an undiagnosed astigmatism in one eye. Well I didn’t see that coming (excuse the pun). Now, if you’re a supermodel then I imagine that wearing glasses would be seen as cute and it’d add to your allure but I’m not sure I have a face you want to draw too much attention to, cue much talk from me of “I’m not wearing glasses, I don’t care what anyone says, I’m not wearing glasses” and then came the really bad talk. The talk of getting rid of my beautiful sewing machine, getting shot of my knitting needles and donating my books to the charity shop. That’s how determined I was that I wasn’t wearing glasses! If I only needed them for concentrating work then it was simple, I wouldn’t do any concentrating work. Only problem with that was, well, if I don’t do those things then I’m just not me. I knit, I sew, I read (avidly), I search for missing people and I code and I can’t do any of those things if I can’t see so ….. glasses it is!

My first day of wearing glasses and it’s amazing, I can see! πŸ€“I may not have known that I needed them but I’m sure as hell glad I got them. Everything’s gone from a little blurry to crystal clear, plus, although it didn’t turn me into a supermodel, they actually don’t look too awful. Time to rock some geek chic!

My Mumma-in-law looking gorgeous in her specs!

 

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Isn’t it ironic?

….. Or so said Alanis Morrisette and never has a truer sentence been uttered! A couple of weeks ago you’ll remember I wrote about losing my sew-jo and about my despair at my creativity seemingly vanishing. Well, it came back (hooray I hear you all shout!) but the irony is that there have been too many darn germs knocking about for me to do anything at all about the rediscovered love of all things crafty. Oh the sadness of staring at a Hobbycraft bag brimming over with goodies but yet you have neither the energy nor the motivation to get out of your sick bed and have a play ….. Not that it’s just my germs though, oh no, one of the joys of having school age children is that they bring home every bug going. If there’s an illness to be caught then mine will be first in the queue, just begging the germs to bring it on, like some weird dual and we all know who will win. So over the last couple of weeks, we’ve had colds, sore throats, headaches and the dreaded sickness bug which resulted in the youngest member of the Riley household sleeping on the bathroom floor. Just when I thought that perhaps the arrival of spring might herald a phase of being bug free, I also came down with what will now be referred to as ‘The Cold From Hell’ (I’d trademark that if it were a little more catchy). I swear that the common cold thinks I’m it’s mothership because when I get a cold, I really get a cold. Not just a little sniffle and some polite and discreet nose blowing for me, no, I go all out with my colds. A tsunami of snot takes over, my head pounds, my eyes run like a Justin Timberlake song (literally, Cry Me a River), my limbs ache and I sneeze so loudly they can hear me on the other side of town. Never one to do things half heartedly, it’s a case of ‘go big or go home’ or in this case ‘go big and go straight to bed’ πŸ™‚ So, my sewing machine will stay silent, my knitting needles will remain in their case and my crochet hook will think I’ve forgotten what it’s for. The quilt I was going to start will have to wait for another day and my list of projects will continue to grow but only in my head because for the time being the germs have well and truly taken over ….. send Lemsips, Lucozade and don’t forget to buy shares in Kleenex! πŸ™‚

Night night, I’m back off to bed!

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Anyone seen my sew-jo?!?

My sew-jo has got up and gone! It’s not just my sew-jo either, it’s my cro-jo (crochet mo-jo) and my kno-jo (knitting mo-jo) too and tbh, I’m at a loss for what to do. Normally I’ve several projects on the go at once – socks, jumpers, dresses, embroidery, cross stitch, crochet but at the moment, nothing! Nada! Absolutely sod all! πŸ™‚

Beyonce has singing, Laboutin has shoes, Elton has his piano and I have crafting. It’s my ‘thing’, always has been, always will be and without it I literally feel like somethings missing so why has all creativity made like Elvis and left the building?!?

Answers on a postcard please …..

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