I got a new pair of glasses at the beginning of this week. I wasn’t going to, but my previous frames developed a problem due to age (they’re a few years old), so I went ahead.
Historically, when I get new glasses, I’ve gone with something similar to the previous pair. You can see the evolution over the last twenty years: a little larger than the last one, or a little smaller, a little rounder, a little darker, or whatever. Whatever the choice, each new pair bears a definite stylistic resemblance to the previous pair. Two pairs three rounds removed from one another may be pretty different, but neighbors are clearly related.
This time, though, I figured it was time to get something a little more fun. My wife and I looked at some styles a year or so ago, but I didn’t have the need. But now I did, so I went for it. (Sadly, my wife just moved to Atlanta, so the timing sucks; she just missed seeing the new pair on me. Oh well. :()
Anyway, the new glasses are much funkier than the old ones. The old pair isn’t made any more, but they look something like this. The new pair, by comparison, looks like this. Thick plastic instead of thin metal, no nose rest, bold angles… way different.
(Didja know you can google the numbers on the insides of your frames to find pictures of them online? I didn’t until a little while ago. Pretty cool.)
So now I’m in that weird phase where I keep catching myself in mirrors and windows and stuff and hating how I look because it’s different (what’s that word for the self-image we all carry in our heads?). Yeah, I know it’s just because I’m not used to the new frames and after a while I’ll love them. It’s still a weird transitional phase, made worse because the style jump was bigger than usual.
Another odd little tidbit: Every single woman in my life (friends, co-workers, etc.) has commented on the new frames and how much they like them. Not a single man has said a word. There’s usually a tiny little pause of recognition, but then zero comment. Doesn’t even have to be “like or dislike” the new glasses; there’s not even an acknowledgement. I mean, I expected a skewed response, but I didn’t expect 100% F and 0% M. That’s just weird to me.
Anyway: How about other glasses wearers? How do you deal with the style jumps? Do you go through three or four identical pairs before leaping to something new? Do you trust your SO’s judgment about what looks good on you? How long does it take to get used to seeing a new face in the mirror?