I'm on the "try at home" plan from Warby Parker. (Thanks for telling me about it, Carina.) I have five days to decide. I need you now.
The first pair is huge and called the Thatcher. I love the idea of them.
Pair number two (the Fillmore) reminds me of you know who. Not you know poo, you know who. Don't act like you don't.
Next up, the Owen. I'll probably get these. Look! I'm ecstatic.
More of basically the same with the Preston. Why are all my glasses named for men except for the Thatcher? Was Margaret Thatcher a man? I'm so bad at history.
And finally, the Sinclair. What do you think? Which ones should I get?
If you like the shirt I'm wearing know this: I bought that shirt on clearance on Kohls. I was wearing it the next day when I noticed that it smelled like BO. It was a BO shirt! I washed it. Everything is fine now. That's the end of the story about the BO shirt. But the story of me and my new glasses is just beginning!
Note to aspiring bloggers, photographers, and models: Everything in the above photos is what you shouldn't do.