Four eyes

I shit you not, I was going to get these stylish glasses. Harry Potter wannabe I'd say.

After numerous headaches and straining my eyes to see the tv, I realised I had to go see the optometrist.

Now, I have to get glasses. I am no longer young, nor do I have good eyesight. A sign that I am getting old.

Call me Stacey-four-eyes-Rowan from now on.

But hey, I had to be respectable and get professional looking glasses. So they are black on the outside, with purple inside. Smart. I look borderline-nerd.

I am wearing them now. I actually kind of like them. They make me look like a journalist, of which I am. I look the part.

I am proud to be a four-eyes.