It looks lovely dear…

I have spent the last 3 hours (*Disclaimer – possible exaggeration*) traipsing around the same 2 shops, helping The Boy to choose a new pair of glasses.  For a while, it was touch and go whether he would need to forget the glasses and invest in an eye patch, after I poked him hard in the eye with a particularly sharp arm (I am reliably informed that this is the technical name for the bit of the glasses that goes over the ears).

We started off in Specsavers, where The Boy found a lovely pair of French Connection glasses (and I discovered that I missed a patch at the back of my head whilst dying my hair last week, but I digress).  But if he’d decided to buy those there and then, it would have been an easy afternoon, I could have gone home and eaten biscuits, and I would have nothing to write about.  Luckily for me, he decided to shop around a bit.  So we went into Boots Opticians, where he tried on several near identical pairs of black, thick rimmed glasses (The Boy rocks the Geek Chic look.  I’ve heard a rumour that he models himself on Danny Wallace.  But don’t tell him that I said so), before moving back to Specsavers, as there was more choice in there.  (And I expressed the urge to join a small child who was kicking and screaming her way around the floor.)

I should probably mention that both Specsavers and Boots Opticians have an offer where you buy one pair of glasses and get another free.  (Whenever I say this, I always get that incredibly annoying double glazing advert that’s on during ad breaks for daytime TV stuck in my head.  Marvellous.)

Back in Specsavers, we discovered a lovely pair of Tommy Hilfiger glasses, with no rim on the bottom (apparently, this is a Good Thing.  Not wearing glasses myself, I have NO idea.) which The Boy decided to buy.  Marvellous, job done.  Except that it wasn’t, as he then found a pair of Osiris glasses that looked almost the same as the French Connection ones, except that they had a white rim around them, which made them look a bit special.  They were nice.  So were the French Connection ones.  So were the Tommy Hilfiger ones.  Much like, whenever I take The Boy shopping, the Topshop skirt, the Primark skirt and the New Look skirt all look nice.  He knows nothing about skirts, I know nothing about glasses – it makes for a happy relationship, and that is how I would like it to stay. 

I suggested he leave the French Connection ones, but that was the wrong answer, so I suggested he leave the Osiris ones.  Apparently this was also the wrong answer.  As was suggesting he leave the Tommy Hilfiger ones, buy all three pairs, or leave all three sodding pairs in the shop.  Eventually, I had to try on all 3 pairs, so that The Boy could get an idea of what they look like.  I have completely different bone structure to him, and, I’ll be totally honest, a different face, but apparently this helped, as we finally got to the counter, parted with a ridiculous amount of money, hung around a bit whilst some forms were filled out, and were then told to come back in 3 days.  I never knew how labour intensive shopping for glasses was (and if I had known, I probably would have insisted on some sort of payment.  Possibly in the form of a red dress from Zara).  And I actually have no idea which combination of glasses he eventually decided to purchase.  Ah well, I’ll find out when he wears them.  Or when I wear them, apparently.

As a result of this experience, I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to any friends, family members, or ex-boyfriends (or indeed, family members of ex-boyfriends) (except for one particular ex-boyfriend, on whom I am happy to have inflicted any form of discomfort.  He knows who he is.) for any pain, emotional distress or sheer, unadulterated boredom that was created by my incessant quest for the perfect outfit (something that was undertaken most weekends ‘BTB’ (‘Before The Ban’).  I promise that, should I ever need to shop for clothes again (although I’m hoping that this experiment will dim the urge somewhat, I’m sure that there will be several occasions where I need to buy something new), I promise to go on my own, and rely on the kindness of shop assistants/random strangers and their spouses/the changing room mirror.  Or at the very least, to offer you magazines, video games and/or light refreshments as distraction techniques (delete according to preference).

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Woo
    Jan 29, 2011 @ 21:36:32

    I’ll forgive you…

    Reply

  2. Cheree Mathews
    Feb 01, 2011 @ 20:21:51

    I believe what you should do is go shopping for said skirt with the boy and use his shopping style…… ask him to try all skirts on so you can decide which looks best!

    Love the blog xx

    Reply

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