Wednesday, December 12, 2007

A World of Colors


When I was 13 years old, I became near-sighted. My parents, taking this very seriously immediately fitted me with glasses. Needless to say that I hated them! I did not hate them because of the way they made me look, but rather I felt that they had robbed me of my world. My world is not made of geometric lines, but rather resembles a Monet painting, composed of myriads of dancing colors.
Every morning, I would kiss my mother goodbye with my glasses on, and as soon as she closed the door, I would bury them in their case at the bottom of my school bag.
To this day, I live my life without glasses. My mother knows! And have no fear, I do not drive!
When I go for walks I see colors, colors everywhere. When I come home, my mind is full of their merry-go-round. I am so grateful I have yarn and dyes to paint my world! This skein will be called crocus. Crocus are always such a surprise when they pop up through the absolute white, striking green, golden yellow, and blue purple.

3 comments:

maryse said...

i love your eyeglass story. i didn't wear glasses until i was 19 when i too was diagnosed as near-sighted. and when i put those glasses on it was like i was seeing a whole new world. veins on a tree leaf when i had just seen blotchy leaves before. that's the first thing i remember.

now, my near sight is going and that's driving me kind of crazy.

the skein is beautiful.

Wool Winder said...

How interesting! This is the first time I've heard of anyone who prefers blurred vision. I also got glasses at an early age, but my reaction was much different. I felt like a whole new world was open to me now that I could see each individual detail from far away.

Lia said...

Funny story...
My boyfriend shares your thinking and I always found it quite remarkable to prefer blurred vision. Now I know he isn't alone. I guess the rush to get him eye glasses can wait :)