My New Hobby

On occasion I take perverse delight in yanking my oldest daughter's chain. She often shakes her head over my fashion sense or lack of one. 

I saw a fun pair of reading glasses in the dollar store and couldn't resist. A dollar was a small price to pay for the reaction I knew I'd get. 

Later at home, I was talking to Christina in the kitchen. I had my back to her and when she asked me a question I slipped these beauties on and turned around to answer her.

She's so predictable. 
She gasped. 
She sputtered. 
She squeaked out, "Mom! You're not going out in public with those things are you?!?!"

I've since acquired a nice collection of "Pretty" reading glasses. 

If I have to wear reading glasses, I might as well have fun with it. 

 
They're funnest to wear around people who haven't seen them before. They don't know if I'm serious and it's hard to concentrate when you're talking to a grown woman wearing tie-dyed zebra-striped cat-eye glasses.

And now for the grand finale. 

The family, with everyone but Keith and Christina wearing a pair of my reading glasses. 

You're welcome.