Yeah, so this happened, too. And with that, officially all three of the Hartley gals wear specs now. We think it's just because we're more studious & smarter than the rest of our male family members, but we'll let them think they're gifted ophthalmologically (is that even a word?!) moreso than us. WHATEVERRRRRRR. (You know the three of us girls are TOTALLY making that sassy W with our thumbs and pointer fingers right this very moment, correct?!? HA! OK, maybe the girls aren't since their thumbs are tucked in, but I totally am, and they are just flipping the birds because they are badass rebels. Tee hee!)
Lola's eyesight turned out to be not quite as
jacked up dismal poor horrific blind-as-a-bat bad as mine & Claire's vision, so she's got that goin' for her. The doctor hopes that by correcting her slight nearsightedness now that maybe in the future, she will not need a cane regress visually like her poor mother. We shall see. Let's never discuss this again, but for the record, I was fitted for bifocals when I was in the 5th grade, as it was an experimental process which was supposed to slow my eyesight from getting worse, and let's just say, it failed miserably. Not to mention, it completely hampered my swag factor, as I was sportin' grandma glasses for a good two years as a pre-tween. Let's just say that adding a sticker to the bottom of my left lens & buying frames that attached at the bottom vs. the top because I "wanted to look unique & different" didn't help the cause ANY. But I digress...
I am super proud of Miss Thang's new glasses, as I think she looks like the World's Tiniest Librarian in them. And no, we didn't get these frames at Build-A-Bear OR the American Girl store (though don't think we haven't tried that shit on, because we soooo have). We actually were able to shop at a regular glasses boutique (gasp!) for our wee little nymph! If that isn't progress, I don't know what the F is.
I present to you the cutest little spectacle-wearing 9 year old I have ever seen... Miss Lola.
|I cannot eye roll big enough this very moment.|
|Oh wait, maybe I can.|
|I am SO. DONE. with my Glamour Shots, Toots.|
|I am just gonna stare off into the distance for dramatic effect, and maybe if I'm lucky,|
she will pick up on my severe disinterest in this photo shoot & other related shenanigans.
|Or perhaps a strong elbow-to-the-chest will send a her the message that this photo sesh is OVER. It's worth a try!|
|PS -- I am *NOT* a trouble maker! Really!!!!!|