A few weeks ago, at the grand old age of 32, I finally admitted it was time I booked myself an appointment at the opticians. Struggling to read signs until I was close up to them and having to zoom my PC screen in to about 357% just to be able to use it, plus the recurrent headaches, meant I couldn’t ignore it any longer. My peepers needed some help.
Having had my appointment, the good news is that my eyesight is relatively ok, no concerns there, but the reason I struggle with my sight is that my little eyeball muscles aren’t very strong and they get tired easily, meaning they can’t quite concentrate on their job. As a result of them being little weaklings, my eyes can’t quite focus and they ache, giving me the headaches I suffer from almost every day.
So, I’m now part of the Specs Club, rocking the frames and actually quite liking it!
As we all know, fashion and trends are constantly changing and evolving, new fads coming in, then fading out, before coming back round and swinging into popularity again a few years later (chokers, anyone?)
Working in Shoreditch, I am forever surrounded by people who are at the very front of the fashion times, rocking looks I would never be brave enough to pull off – my ‘style’ (and I use that word loosely) is definitely more jeans-and-jumper than anything that could ever be called edgy or fashion-forward.
As a little girl I was a bit of a sickly child with my tonsils and adenoids giving me grief, plus having to have grommets in an attempt to fix my dodgy hearing (which didn’t work, I’m deaf in one ear).
As a result of the sniffly little thing I was, I had a fair amount of medicine (shout out to the banana flavoured Amoxycilin – gutted they don’t let us adults have that) and as a result of those meds, I now have discoloured teeth.
I’m not talking Stig Of The Dump horrendousness but they’re definitely not white either.
“Oh I’m not very good at crafts!”
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve heard somebody say that, shortly before they produce a perfectly scaled replica of a small village created from nothing but old buttons and scraps of wood they found at the back of their garage.
However, when I say “Oh, I’m not very good at crafts” you can bet your bottom dollar I’m telling the truth. I am AWFUL. Not just a bit rubbish, but children-weeping-and-people-in-the-streets-screaming-BURN-IT-WITH-FIRE awful.
However, I’m now in my 30s so when John Lewis asked me if I fancied popping up to their Christmas crafting night I thought “Y’know what, I’m a grown woman, I have hands and eyes, surely I can make something worthwhile” and gratefully accepted.
If there’s one thing I’ve never claimed to be, it’s fashion-forward. Never one to follow the trends, I tend to wear what is comfortable and hides the various lumps and bumps I’ve added to my body after years of dedicated chocolate eclair consumption.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be able to strut down the street feeling like a million dollars, but at the grand old age of 30 I’ve come to accept that’s never going to happen and the catwalk style is best left to other, cooler people.