Okay, just so you know, I’m not talking about you guys perusing my blog, or the folks who enjoyed The Christmas Tree Treasure Hunt or Heart Bouquets.
The “readers” to which I’m referring are those things propped up on my head at this formal event while I posed with best-selling, renowned Christian author, Frank Peretti.
I swear, half the time I start searching for them and one of my girls will stop me, pointing to the top of my head. “Um … Mom?”
“Do not say a word!”
You’d think I’ve worn these things for decades with the way they seem to perch so firmly on my head. Sometimes, I even set up my hairstyles knowing that they’ll be pulling all the fly-aways back. I even have a couple of different colors, so I can use them as headbands that match my outfits.
I haven’t needed corrective lenses for very long. In the pictures that I use most often as head-shots I included my glasses because they were a novelty. The pictures were taken two years ago, about the time I started this journey to authorship. I thought holding them in my hand looked intelligent. That was when I could still get by without them.
The glasses might have given off a learned air in the photos, but wearing them on a little chain around my neck or as a curtain rod over my head just looks old.
But then I have to look at my options. I’m not used to glasses, always having better-than-average vision. But now, even squinting there are times when I can’t read menus or labels. One of my students handed me her print-out of words to the song we were going to sing. I swear ants made those little black marks all over her paper.
One option is to go without and muddle through. Ha. Last night I tried it. I was invited to photograph a wedding. (Had a blast!) But being at a formal event, I didn’t want to wear the glasses. I had no trouble using the viewfinder to take pictures, but after asking the bride to check a picture and see if it came out crisp, (which it had, but I couldn’t tell on the tiny review panel.) she very sweetly asked, “Do you think you can put on your glasses for the rest of the shots?” Hahahaha! Poor little thing. I could hear the terror in her voice over her ruined pictures.
So … I can paint a goofy smile on my face, brush up on my hick accent, and hope everyone gives me a poor-addleminded-Marji smile as I ask folks to read things for me. OR I can grow to love my glasses.
Yes, Lord. I am thankful for the blessing of living in a time period when correction of my vision is possible. And even more thankful that I can buy a bunch of these babies to stash all over the house so I’ll never be without them!
Your Turn: Are you living with a mixed blessing like I am with my reading glasses? How does your mixed blessing affect your life?