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:
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.
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.
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 :)
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